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REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.   D.  D. 

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JOHN    W.    LOVELL,    PUBLISHER; 

AND   SOLD   BY   JOHN   LOVELL,   MONTREAL. 
1877. 


This  Hymnal,  compiled  by  the  following  Committee,  appointed  by 
the  Bishop  of  Montreal,  who  acted  as  Chairman  at  all  its  sittings, 
is  recommended  for  use  in  the  Diocese  of  Montreal. 

THE  REV.    canon    BANCROFT, 

"  "  "  BALDWIN, 

"  *'         J.  CONSTANTINE, 

"  "         J.  FULTON, 

"  "         D.  LINDSAY, 

"  "         R,  W.  NORMAN 

A.  MONTREAL. 


PUBLISHER'S   PREFACE. 


The  musical  portion  of  this  Hymnal  has  been  compiled  by  a  Committee 
of  Clergj-men  and  Laymen,  representing  several  of  the  Anglican  Churches 
of  Montreal. 

The  majority  of  the  tunes  have  been  selected  from  the  following 
well-known  works  : — "  Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern,"  (Monk) ;  "  Church 
Hymnal,"  (Sullivan);  "Hymnal,"  (Tucker);  "Hymnal,"  (Goodrich  and 
Gilbert);  "  Hymnal  Companion,"  (Bickersteth);  "  Hymnary,"  (Barnby) ;  &c. 

The  collection  contains  also  a  large  number  of  original  compositions 
kindly  contributed  by  friends. 

Rouses  Point,  21st  Nov.,  1877 


TABLE   OF    SUBJECTS. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  YEAR:  Hymns. 

Advent "       .        .        .  i-  i6 

Christmas            .        .                17-28 

Old  and  New  Year 29-  36 

Circumcision 37-  3S 

Epiphany 39-  50 

Lent 51-  69 

Palm  Sunday  and  Week  before  Easter   .        .        .  70-  82 

Good  Friday 83-  89 

Easter  Eve 90-  92 

Easter 93-104 

Ascension 105-112 

Whitsuntide 11 3-1 24 

Trinity  Sunday 125--133 

The  Lord's  Day 134-144 

Ember  Days        .........  145-152 

Rogation  Days .  153-157 

Saints'  Days •        .        .        .  158-180 

The  Communion  of  Saints 181-183 

The  Church 184-199 

THE  SACRAMENTS: 

The  Lord's  Supper    .        .        .        .        .        .        .        .  200-210 

Baptism 211-217 

OFFICES  OF  THE  CHURCH: 

Confirmation 218-225 

Matrimony 226-228 

Burial  of  the  Dead 229-237 

For  use  at  Sea 238-242 

For  Those  at  Sea 243-244 

Laying  of  a  Corner  Stone 245-247 

Church  Dedication 248-250 

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TABLE  OF  SUBJECTS, 

MISSIONS :  Hymns. 

Missions 251-266 

Parochial  Mission  Services 267-279 

Almsgiving ;        .        .  280-283 

SPECIAL  SEASONS: 

National  Thanksgiving  .......  284-286 

Harvest 287-292 

National  Humiliation     .        .        .        .       .       .        .  293-296 

MORNING 297-305 

EVENING 306-323 

FOR  THE  CLOSE  OF  THE  WEEK 324 

HOLY  SCRIPTURE 325-330 

REDEMPTION 33I-35I 


THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE; 
Faith    . 
Prayer 
Praise  . 
Love 
Joy 

Humility 
Peace    . 

Self-Consecration 
Resignation 
Hope     . 
Action 

CHRISTIAN  UNITY 

FOR  QUEEN  AND  COUNTRY 

IN  TIME  OF  CATTLE  PLAGUE 

PUBLIC  WORSHIP     . 

TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION 

PRIVATE 

FOR  CHILDREN 

THE  JUDGMENT 

HEAVEN 

GENERAL     . 


352-362 

363-375 
376-405 
406-^ 1 1 
412-414 

415-417 
418-423 
424-427 
428-433 
434-439 
440-446 

447-450 
451-452 

453 
454-462 
463-476 
477-483 
484-498 
499-502 
503-516 
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HYMNS. 


I. 

THE   CHRISTIAN   YEAR. 

ADVENT. 


Xt    Hblmsley. 

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FIRST    TUNE. 

8.7.8.7.4.7. 


Rev.  M.  Madan. 


Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain ; 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty; 

Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  Him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  Himto  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 


Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear : 

All  His  saints  by  men  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air: 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

Yea,-  Amen  ;  let  all  adore  Thee, 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  : 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own. 

O  come  quickly  ; 
Hallelujah !  Come,  Lord,  come  ! 


1. 


St.  Thomas. 


ADVENT. 

SECOND  TUNE. 

8.7.8.7.8.7. 


V.  NOTELLO. 


Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain  ; 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 

Those  who  set  at  nouj^ht  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nail'd  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 


Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  : 

All  His  saints  by  men  rejected. 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

Yea,  Amen  ;  let  all  adore  Thee, 

High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  : 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own. 

O  come  quickly  ; 
Hallelujah  !     Come,  Lord,  come  ! 
Amen. 


ADVENT. 


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Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come : 

Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 

And  earth  and  nature  sing. 

Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
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He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  His  righteousness. 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 


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The  Saviour  promised  long : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 

And  every  voice  a  song. 

He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release 

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The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 

The  iron  fetters  yield. 

He  comes  the  broken  hearts  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  souls  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 

To  bless  the  humble  poor. 


Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thme  Advent  shall  proclaim  ; 

And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  Thy  beloved  Name. 


ADVENT. 

6.6.8.6.6-6.8.6. 


Dr.  C.  Steggall, 


The  Church  has  waited  long 

Her  absent  Lord  to  see  ; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 

A  friendless  stranger  she. 

Age  after  age  has  gone, 

Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still  in  weeds  of  widowhood. 

She  weeps,  a  mourner  yet. 

Come  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come. 

Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died  : 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one. 

We  laid  them  side  by  side. 

We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn  ; 
We  laid  them  but  to  slumber  there 

Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

Come  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come. 


The  serpent's  brood  increase  ; 

The  powers  of  hell  grow  bold; 
The  conflict  thickens,  faith  is  low. 

And  love  is  waxing  cold. 

How  long,  O  Lord  our  God, 

Holy,  and  true,  and  good, 
Wilt  Thou  not  judge  Thy  suffering  Church, 

Her  sighs,  and  tears,  and  blood  ? 

Come  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come. 

We  long  to  hear  Thy  voice. 

To  see  Thee  face  to  face. 
To  share  Thy  crown  and  glory  then, 

As  now  we  share  Thy  grace. 

Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain  ; 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 

Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

Come  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come.     Amen. 

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Why  tarriest  Thou  upon  Thy  way, 
Why  lingers  the  expected  day  ? 

Thy  kingdom  come  ! 

Life  in  its  fulness  is  with  Thee, 
Life  in  its  holy  hberty  ; — 
From  death  and  chains  this  world  set  free ; 
Thy  kingdom  come ! 

Earth  still  is  waiting  for  the  day 
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Thy  kingdom  come  ! 

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Forth  to  each  child  of  sin  and  woe. 

That  all  Thy  wondrous  grace  may  know; — 

Thy  kingdom  come  !     Amen 


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He  Cometh,  He  cometh,  thy  King! 
He  cometh  in  lowly  greatness, 

Lift  up  thy  voice  and  sing ! 
He  hast'neth  with  love  and  blessing ; 

With  glory  and  light  to  thee ; 
'Tis  the  day  of  the  great  salvation, 

This  year  of  jubilee. 

As  the  Prince  of  Peace  He  cometh. 
The  desire  of  the  nations  He  ; 

As  the  Bridegroom  He  appeareth 
At  midnight ;  awake  and  see. 


He  cometh  to  spoil  the  spoiler, 
To  avenge  and  judge  and  reign ; 

He  cometh  to  bind  the  strong  one 
In  His  eternal  chain. 

He  came  once  in  shame  and  weakness 

As  the  bearer  of  human  sin  ; 
He  cometh  in  royal  splendour 

His  kingdom  to  begin. 
He  hath  gone  to  receive  His  sceptre; 

He  returns  as  the  crowned  King; 
Break  forth,  O  creation,  in  triumph, 

Lift  up  thy  voice  and  sing ' 


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ADVENT. 


p.  R.  Maclagax,  Mrs.  Doc. 


Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart, 

Star  of  the  coming  day  ! 
Arise,  and  with  Thy  morning  beams 

Chase  all  our  griefs  away ! 

Come,  blessed  Lord  !  let  every  shore 

And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  Thy  royal  name, 

And  own  Thee  as  their  King. 

Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 

To  the  bright  world  above, 
Break  forth  in  rapt'rous  strains  of  joy 

In  mem'ry  of  thy  love. 

Lord  !  Lord  !  Thy  fair  creation  groans,- 

The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea. 
In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, — 

And  calls  aloud  for  Thee. 


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Thine  was  tlie  Cross,  with  all  its  fruits 
Of  grace  and  peace  divine  : 

Be  Thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 
The  palm  of  vict'ry  Thine  ! 


AD  VENT. 


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7.6.D. 


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How  long,  O  Lord,  our  Saviour, 

Wilt  Thou  remain  away  ? 
Our  hearts  are  growing  weary 

Of  Thy  so  lorg  delay. 
Oh,  when  shall  come  the  moment 

When,  brighter  far  than  mom, 
The  sunshine  of  Thy  glory 

Shall  on  Thy  people  dawn  ? 

How  long,  O  heavenly  Bridegroom, 
How  long  wilt  Thou  delay  ? 

And  yet  how  few  are  grieving 
That  Thou  dost  absent  stay ! 


The  bridal  train  their  vigil 

And  calling  have  forgot, 
And  seek  for  ease  and  slumber, 

Where  Thou,  their  Lord,  art  not. 

Oh,  wake  Thy  slumbering  virgins, 

Send  forth  the  solemn  cry, 
Let  all  the  saints  repeat  it — 

"  The  Bridegroom  draweth  nigh!  " 
May  all  our  lamps  be  burning, 

Our  loins  well  girded  be. 
Each  longing  heart  preparing 

With  joy  Thy  face  to  see.     Amen. 


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AD  VENT. 


W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mrs.  Bac. 


See,  the  ransom'd  millions  stand, 
Palms  of  conquest  in  their  hand  ; 
This  before  the  Throne  their  strain  ; 
"  Hell  is  vanquish'd  ;  death  is  slain  ; 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might. 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  Him  fall; 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all  I  " 

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Hasten,  Lord  !    the  promised  hour; 

Come  in  glory  and  in  power; 

Still  Thy  foes  are  unsubdued; 

Nature  sighs  to  be  rencw'd; 

Time  has  nearly  rcach'd  its  sum. 

All  things  with  Thy  Bride  say.  Come  ; 

Jesus,  whom  all  worlds  adore. 

Come,  and  reign  for  evermore  !     Amen. 


St.  Johit. 


ADVENT. 

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Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not ; 

Bring  the  long  looked  for  day  ; 
Oh  !  why  these  years  of  waiting  here 

These  ages  of  delay  ? 

Come,  for  thy  saints  still  wait ; 

Daily  ascends  their  sigh  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come ! 

Dost  thou  not  hear  the  cry  ? 

Come,  for  Thy  Israel  pines 

An  exile  from  Thy  fold  ; 
Oh  !  call  to  mind  Thy  faithful  word, 

And  bless  them  as  of  old  ! 


Come,  for  the  corn  is  ripe ; 

Put  in  Thy  sickle  now, 
Reap  the  great  harvest  of  the  earth, — 

Sower  and  Reaper  Thou ! 

Come,  in  Thy  glorious  might, 

Come,  with  the  iron  rod, 
Scattering  Thy  foes  before  Thy  face, 

Most  Mightv  Son  of  God. 


Come,  and  begin  Thy  reign 

Of  everlasting  peace ; 
Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  Thyself, 

Great  King  of  Righteousness.     Amen. 


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Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 

Jesus,  now  Thy  love  revealing. 
Scatter  every  cloud  beneath. 

Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing, 
For  the  joy  Thy  beams  impart. 

Chasing  all  our  doubts,  and  cheering 
Every  meek  and  contrite  heart. 

Show  Thy  power  in  every  nation, 
O  Thou  Prince  of  Peace  and  love  ; 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation. 
Fix  our  hearts  on  things  above. 

By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Every  burden 'd  soul  release  ; 

By  the  presence  of  Thy  Spirit 

Guide  us  into  perfect  peace.     Amen. 


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ADVENT. 

7.6.7.6.  (D) 


Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers!' 

And  let  your  lights  appear  ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  will  draw  nigh  ; 
Up  !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle? 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil  ; 
Look  now  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  moimtain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near, 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  Cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 


O  wise  and  holy  virgins, 

Now  raise  y^ur  voices  higher, 
Till,  in  your  jubilations 

Ye  meet  the  angel  choir. 
The  marriage-feast  is  wailing. 

The  gates  wide  open  stand  ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus  now  appear  : 
Arise,  thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted. 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption. 

And  ever  be  with  Thee !     Amen. 

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ADVENT. 


AxciENT  Melody. 


O  Come,  O  come,  Emmanuel, 

And  ransom  captive  Israel  ; 

That  mourns  in  lonely  exile  here 

Until  the  Son  of  God  appear. 

Rejoice  !    Rejoice  !   Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  Thee,  O  Israel ! 

O  come.  Thou  rod  of  Jesse,  free 
Thine  own  from  Satan's  tyranny  ; 
From  depths  of  hell  Thy  people  save 
And  give  them  victory  o'er  the  grave. 
Rejoice  1   Rejoice  !   Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  Thee,  O  Israel ! 

O  come,  Thou  day-spring,  come  and  cheer 
Our  spirits  by  Thme  Advent  here  ; 
Disperse  the  gloomy  clouds  of  night, 

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And  death's  dark  shadows  put  to  flight. 
Rejoige  !    Rejoice  !   Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  Thee,  O  Israel ! 

O  come.  Thou  key  of  David,  come, 

And  open  wide  our  heavenly  home  ; 

Make  safe  the  way  that  leads  on  high, 

And  close  the  path  to  misery. 

Rejoice  !   Rejoice  !   Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  Thee,  O  Israel ! 

O  come,  O  come.  Thou  Lord  of  might  I 
Who  to  Thy  tribes,  on  Sinai's  height, 
In  ancient  times  didst  give  the  law, 
In  cloud,  and  majesty,  and  awe. 
Rejoice  !    Rejoice  !    Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  Thee,  O  Israel !     Amen. 


Ltttheb's  Htmn. 


ADVENT. 


8.7.8.7.8.8.8.T. 


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The  Lord  of  might,  from  Sinai's  brow, 
Gave  forth  His  voice  of  tiiunder; 

And  Israel  lay  on  earth  below, 
Outstretch 'd  in  fear  and  wonder. 

Beneath  His  feet  was  pitchy  night, 

And  at  His  left  hand  and  His  right 
The  rocks  were  rent  asunder. 

The  Lord  of  Love,  on  Calvary, 
A  meek  and  suffering  Stranger, 

Upraised  to  heaven  His  languid  eye 
In  nature's  kour  of  danger  ; 

For  us  He  bore  the  weight  of  woe. 

For  us  He  gave  His  blood  to  flow. 
And  met  His  Father's  anger. 

The  Lord  of  Love,  the  Lord  of  might, 

The  King  of  all  created, 
Shall  back  return  to  claim  His  right 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
With  trumpet-sound,  and  angel-song, 
And  hallelujahs  loud  and  long, 

O'er  death  and  hell  defeated.  Amen. 


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15. 


ADVENT. 


Mertok. 


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Monk. 


SESS^i^EgE^gE  =^=f 


Hark  !  a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding ; 

"  Christ  is  nigh,"  it  seems  to  say ; 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 

O  ye  children  of  the  day  !  " 

Waken'd  by  the  solemn  warning 
Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise  ; 

Christ,  her  Sun,  all  ill  dispelling, 
Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

Lo  !  the  Lamb  so  long  expected, 

Comes  with  pardon  down  from  heaven  ; 

Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all  to  be  forgiven  ; 

That  when  next  He  comes  with  glory. 
And  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  fear, 

With  His  mercy  He  may  shield  us, 
And  with  words  of  love  draw  near. 

Honor,  glory,  might,  and  blessing, 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 

While  eternal  ages  run.     Amen. 


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Holt  Voices. 


ADVENT. 

8.7.8.7.  Double. 


James  Langkan. 


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He  is  coming,  He  is  coming, 

Not  as  once  He  came  before. 
Wailing  infant,  bom  in  weakness 

On  a  lowly  stable  floor  ; 
But  upon  His  cloud  of  glory, 

In  the  crimson-tinted  sky. 
Where  we  see  the  golden  sunrise 

In  the  rosy  distance  lie . 

He  is  coming.  He  is  coming, 

Not  in  pain,  and  shame,  and  woe. 
With  the  thorn-crown  on  His  forehead, 

And  the  blood-drops  trickling  slow  ; 
But  with  diadem  upon  Him, 

And  the  sceptre  in  His  hand. 
And  the  dead  all  ranged  before  Him, 

Raised  from  death,  hell,  sea,  and  land. 


He  is  coming.  He  is  coming. 

Not  as  once  He  wander'd  through 
All  the  hostile  land  of  Judah, 

With  His  followers  poor  and  few  ; 
But  with  all  the  holy  angels 

Waiting  round  His  judgment-seat, 
And  the  chosen  twelve  Apostles 

Sitting  crowned  at  His  feet. 

He  is  coming,  He  is  coming  ; 

Let  His  lowly  first  estate. 
And  His  tender  love,  so  teach  us 

That  in  faith  and  hope  we  wait, 
Till  in  glory  eastward  burning. 

Our  redemption  draweth  near ; 
And  we  see  the  sign  in  heaven 

Of  our  Judge  and  Saviour  dear.     Amen. 

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CHRISTMAS. 

CM. 


Db.  J.  Smith. 


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Whence  those  sounds  symphon- 

Solenin,  sweet,  and  rare  ;  [ious, 
Music  most  harmonious 

Filling  all  the  air? 
Hark  I  'tis  angels  singing, 

SinginR  here  on  earth  ; 
Joyful  tidinRs  bringing 

Of  the  Saviour's  birth. 

22  Hark!  etc. 


In  that  region  yonder, 

Where  the  angels  sing, 
Bursts  of  joy  ancf  wonder 

Make  the  air  to  ring. 
Praise  and  adoration 

Be  to  God  above  ; 
And  to  man  salvation, 

Object  of  His  love. 

Hark!  etc. 


Now  ye  heavens,  sing  ye  ; 

Earth,  break  forth  and  cry, 
O  vi>  mountains,  ring  ye 

With  the  sound  of  jojr. 
For  the  Lord  has  done  it. 

His  the  victory  ; 
His  ovm  arm  hath  won  it, 

Israel  sliall  be  free. 

Harkl  etc.    Amen. 


18. 


YOEKSHIEE. 


CHRISTMAS. 


10.10.10.10.10.10. 


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Amen, 


Christians,  awake !  salute  the  happy  mom, 
Whereon  the  Saviour  of  the  world  was  bom  ; 
Rise  to  adore  the  mystery  of  love, 
Which  hosts  of  angels  chanted  from  above ; 
Sing  the  glad  tidings  first  with  them  begun, 
Of  God  made  man,  the  blessed  Virgin's  Son. 

The  praises  of  redeeming  love  they  sang. 
And  heaven's  whole  orb  with  Alleluias  rang ; 
God's  highest  glory  was  their  anthem  still, 
Peace  upon  earth,  and  unto  men  good-will ; 
This  day  hath  God  fulfilled  His  promis'd  word, 
This  day  is  born  a  Saviour,  Christ  the  Lord  1 


Oh,  may  we  keep  and  ponder  in  our  mind 
God's  wondrous  love  in  saving  lost  mankind; 
Trace  we  the  Babe  who  hath  retriev'd  our  loss 
From  His  poor  manger  to  his  His  bitter  cross : 
Tread  in  His  steps,  assisted  by  His  grace, 
Till  changed  like  Him,  we  see  Him  face  to  face. 

Then  may  we  hope  th'  angelic  thrones  among, 
To  sing  redeem'd  a  glad  triumphal  song : 
He  that  was  born  upon  this  joyful  day 
Around  us  all  His  glory  shall  display  ; 
Sav'd  by  His  love,  unceasing  we  shall  sing 
Eternal  praise  to  God  our  heavenly  King. 

Amen. 


CHRISTMAS. 


St.  George. 


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High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes, 
And  join  th'  angelic  throng, 

For  angels  no  such  love  have  known 
To  wake  a  cheerful  song. 

Good-will  to  sinful  men  is  shown, 
And  peace  on  earth  is  giv'n ; 

For,  lo  !  th'  incarnate  Saviour  comes 
With  grace  and  truth  from  heaven. 

Justice  and  grace,  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  join, 

To  us  a  child  is  born  ! 

Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains. 
In  highest  worlds  be  paid  ; 

His  glory  by  our  lips  proclaim'd, 
And  by  our  lives  display'd. 


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When  shall  we  reach  those  blissful  realms 
Where  Christ  exalted  reigns  ; 

And  learn  of  the  celestial  choir 

Their  own  immortal  strains  ?    Amen. 


CHRISTMAS. 


Stctyvesant 


D.C.M. 


W.   J.   GlLBEET. 


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It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 

That  glorious  song  of  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 

To  touch  their  harps  of  gold : 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men 

From  Heaven's  all  gracious  king  :  " 
The  world  in  solemn  stillness  lay 

To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

Still  through  the  cloven  skies  they  come 

With  peaceful  wings  unfurl'd  ; 
And  still  their  heav'nly  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world  ; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  heav'nly  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 


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Yet  with  the  woes  of  sin  and  strife 

The  world  has  suffer'd  long; 
Beneath  the  angel-strain  have  rolled 

Two  thousand  years  of  wrong  ; 
And  men,  at  war  with  men,  hear  not 

The  love-song  which  they  bring  : 
Oh  !  hush  the  noise,  ye  men  of  strife, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing ! 

For  lo  1  the  days  are  hast'ning  on, 

By  prophet-bards  foretold. 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold  ; 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  ancient  splendours  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing.     Amen. 

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CHRISTMAS. 


"WiNCHESTEK  (OLD). 


ESTE'S  PSALTEB. 


While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 

"  Fear  not,"  said   he  ;    for  mighty  dread 
Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ;  ' 

"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

"  To  you  in  David's  town  this  day 

Is  born  of  David's  line 
A  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 

"  The  heav'nly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  display'd, 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 

Thus  spake  the  seraph  ;  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  sliining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  who  thus 

Address'd  their  joyful  song : 

"  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  in  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heav'n  to  men 

Begin  and  never  cease."     Amen. 


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Adeste  Fideles 


CHRISTMAS. 

Ibeegulae. 


John  Reading. 


O  COME,  all  ye  faithful, 
Joyful  and  triumphant ; 

O  come  ye,  O  come  ye,  to  Bethlehem  ! 
Come  and  behold  Him 
Born,  the  King  of  Angels  ; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 

O  come,  let  us  adore   Him,  Christ  the 
Lord! 

God  of  God, 
Light  of  Light, 
Lo !  He  abhors  not  the  Virgin's  womb  ; 
Very  God, 

Begotten,  not  created ; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  him,  etc. 


Sing,  choirs  of  angels, 
Sing  in  exultation, 
Sing  all  ye  citizens  of  heaven  above, 
Glory  to  God 
In  the  highest; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  etc. 

Yea,  Lord,  we  greet  Thee, 
Born  this  happy  morning  ; 

Jesus  to  Thee  be  glory  given ; 
Word  of  the  Father, 
Now  in  flesh  appearing  ; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 

O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  Christ  the 
Lord.     Amen. 

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Festgesajig.* 


CHRISTMAS. 


1.7.7.7.(D). 


Mendelssohk. 


Organ  Pedal 


Hauk,  the  herald  nnccl"  sing, 
Glory  to  the  iiew-horn  Kiiiir. 
Venec  on  earth,  niui  iiutcv  mild, 
God  end  sinnerR  reooncih'd. 
Joyful,  all  yc  nations,  rine. 
Join  the  trumph  of  the  skies, 
With  the  ancelic  host  procloini. 
"  C'hhHt  is  horn  in  Hetnlehem." 
Uark,  etc. 


*  To  be  sung  in  unison  except  the  9tb  line. 


e^gEgi 


Christ,  hy  highest  heaven  ador'd, 
("hrift  the  everlasting  ],ord  : 
l,nte  in  time  hehold  Ilim  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb. 
Veil'd  in  fiesh  the  (Jodhcad  see  i 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity  ; 
Man  He  deigns  with  man  to  4^<U, 
Juaus,  uur  Knimanuel, 
Uurk,  etc. 


Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace; 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Kightcoiisness  i 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings. 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  winga. 
Mild  He  lays  His  elor>'  by, 
Bom  that  man  no  more  may  die  | 
Born  to  riiise  the  sons  of  earth. 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 
Uark,  etc. 


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CHRISTMAS. 

7.7.7.7.(D.)  Sir  George  Elvey,  Mus.  Doc. 


Mercy  triumphs,  Christ  is  bom, 
Seraphs  hail  this  happy  morn  ; 
Echo  loud  their  solemn  cry, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 
Praise  to  God  and  peace  on  earth, 
Such  the  tidings  o£  His  birth  ; 
Him  we  worship,  Him  we  bless, 
Prince  of  Peace  and  Righteousness. 

Promis'd  branch  of  Jesse's  stem, 
Christ  is  born  at  Bethlehem. 
We  have  pardon,  we  have  peace  ; 
Darkness,  guilt,  and  terror  cease, 


Light  and  mercy  cheer  the  tomb  ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  is  come ! 
Let  all  earth's  redeem'd  cry, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 

Son  of  man.  He  murmur'd  not, 
Bore  with  us,  and  shar'd  our  lot 
Son  of  God,  we  know  Him  well 
By  each  sign  the  prophets  tell. 
His  the  love  to  feel  our  woe, 
His  the  might  to  quell  our  foe  : 
Unto  Him  in  earth  and  heav'n 
Be  all  praise  and  honor  given. 


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CHRISTMAS. 


Old  Melody. 


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Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King  1 

Sion,  the  marvellous  ston^  be  telling. 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  His  birth  ; 

Tlie  brightest  Archangel  in  glory  excelling, 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  He  reigns  upon  earth. 


Tell  how  He  Cometh  ;  from  nation  to  nation, 
The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round: 

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■    zE:g^s^tz:^=Ezgz:n 


How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  salvation, 
How  His  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crown'd  ; 


Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  Hosanna  arise  ; 

Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing  ; 
The  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the 

[skies. 


Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  Kingt 


S6. 


Sakdis. 


CHRISTMAS. 

8.7.8.7. 


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Hark,  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding,  through  the  skies  ? 

Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy — 

"Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  1 
Glory  be  to  God  Most  High  ! 

*'  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven. 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 

Souls  redeem'd  and  sins  forgiv'n, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound, 

*'  Christ  is  born  ;  the  great  Anointed ! 

Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing! 
O  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  I 

"  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him ; 

Learn  His  name  to  magnify. 
Till  in  heav'n  ye  sing  before  him. 

Glory  be  to  God  Most  High !  "    Amen. 


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4W  /  *    Realms  of  Glory. 

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CHRISTMAS. 

8.7.8.7 .4.7. 


8.7.8.7 .4.7.  John  Natlob. 

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Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth  ; 

Ye  who  sang  creation's  story 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  ! 
Come  and  worship ; 

"Worship  Christ,the  new-born  King! 

Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding. 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  heav'nly  Light. 
Come  and  worship ; 

Worship  Christ,  the  newborn  King ! 

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Saints  before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending. 
In  his  temple  shall  appear. 
Come  and  worship  ; 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King  ! 

Saints  and  angels  join  in  praising 
Thee,  the  Father,  Spirit,  Son ; 
Evermore  their  voices  raising 
To  the  Eternal  Three  in  One. 
Come  and  worship ; 
Worship  Christ,the  new-born  King! 

Amen 


CHRISTMAS. 


«60i    St.  Cecilia. 

1       !    .4 


Rev.  L.  G.  Haynes,  Mus.  Doc. 


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God  from  on  high  hath  heard ! 
Let  sighs  and  sorrows  cease  ; 
The  skies  unfold,  and  lo  ! 
Descends  the  gift  of  peace  ! 

Hark  !  on  the  midnight  air 
Celestial  voices  swell ; 
The  hosts  of  Heaven  proclaim 
"  God  comes  on  earth  to  dwell !  " 

Haste  with  the  shepherds  ;  see 
The  mystery  of  grace  : 
A  manger-bed,  a  child, 
Is  all  the  eye  can  trace. 

Is  this  indeed  the  Christ  ? 
Is  this  the  Eternal  Son  1 
Who,  ere  the  worlds  began, 
Was  with  the  Father  One  ? 


Yes,  faith  can  pierce  the  cloud 
Which  shrouds  His  glory  now ; 
And  hails  Him  God,  and  Lord, 
To  whom  all  creatures  bow. 

Faith  sees  the  sapphire  throne 
Where  angels,  evermore 
Adoring,  tremble  still, 
And,  trembling  still,  adore. 

O  Child  !  Thy  silence  speaks, 
And  bids  us  not  refuse 
To  bear  what  flesh  would  shun, 
To  spurn  what  flesh  would  choose. 

Fill  us  with  holy  love, 
Heal  Thou  our  earthly  pride ; 
Be  born  within  our  hearts, 
And  ever  there  abide.     Amen. 


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OLD  AND  NEW  YEAR 

iVU»    St.  Sylvester.  P.M. 

In  slow  time.  ^^  I 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 

Blend  the  livinR  with  the  dead  ; 
Soon  will  you  and  I  be  lying 

Each  within  our  narrow  bed. 
Soon  our  souls  to  God  who  gave  them 

Will  have  sped  their  rapid  flight  : 
Able  now  by  grace  to  save  them, 

O,  that  while  we  can,  we  might  1 
Jesus  infinite  Redeemer, 

Maker  of  this  mighty  frame, 
84 


Teach,  O  teach  us  to  remember 

What  we  are,  and  whence  we  came  ; 

Whence  we  came,  and  whither  wending  ; 
Soon  we  must  through  darkness  go, 

To  inherit  bliss  unendnig, 
Or  eternity  of  woe. 

As  the  tree  falls,  so  must  it  lie  ; 

As  the  man  lives,  so  will  he  die  ; 

As  the  man  dies,  such  must  he  be, 

All  through  the  days  of  Eternity, 


Durham. 


OLD  AND  NEW  YEAR. 

S.M. 


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To-morrow,  Lord,  is  Thine, 
Lodg'd  in  Thy  sov'reign  hand, 

And,  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  Thy  command. 

The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away : 
O  make  Thy  servants  truly  wise, 

That  they  may  live  to-day^ 

Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung. 
Waken  by  Thy  Almighty  power 

The  aged  and  the  young! 

One  thing  demands  our  care  : 

O  !  be  it  still  pursued ! 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 

Should  never  be  renew'd  ! 

To  Jesus  may  we  fly 

Swift  as  the  morning  light ; 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 

In  sudden  endless  night !    Amen. 


35 


OLD  AND  NEW  YEAR. 

University  College.  1.1.1.1. 


For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace, 
Constant  through  another  year, 

Hear  our  song  of  thankful  praise, 
Father  and  Redeemer,  hear. 


In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  strength,  be  Thou  our  stay : 

In  the  pathless  wilderness 
Be  our  true  and  living  way. 

Which  of  us  death's  awful  road 
In  the  coming  year  shall  tread  ? 

With  Thy  rod  and  staff,  O  God, 
Comfort  Thou  his  dying  bed. 

Make  us  faithful,  make  us  pure  : 
Keep  us  evermore  Thine  own  : 

Help  Thy  servants  to  endure  : 
Fit  us  for  the  promis'd  crown. 

So  within  Thy  palace  gate 

We  shall  praise,  on  golden  strings, 

Thee,  the  only  Potentate, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings.    Amen. 


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OLD  AND  NEW  YEAR. 

%jA*    Dedication.  S.M. 


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My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 
My  God,  I  wish  them  there  ; 

My  life,  my  friends,  my  soul  I  leave 
Entirely  to  Thy  care. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Whatever  they  may  be. 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 

As  best  may  seem  to  Thee. 

My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 
Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear  ? 

A  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Jesus  the  crucified  ; 
The  hand  my  cruel  sins  once  pierc'd 

Is  now  my  guard  and  guide. 

My  times  are  in  Thy  hand ; 

I'll  always  trust  in  Thee, 
And  after  death,  at  Thy  right  hand 

I  shall  forever  be.    Amen, 


37 


OLD  AND  NEW  YEAR. 

St.  Matthew.  D.C.M. 


De.  Cboft. 


The  year  is  gone  be3'ond  recall, 

With  all  its  hopes  and  fears, 
With  all  its   bright  and  gladdening 
smiles, 

With  all  its  mournful  tears  ; 
Thy  thankful  people  praise  Thee,  Lord, 

For  countless  gifts  receiv'd. 
And  pray  for  grace  to  keep  the  faith 

Which  saints  of  old  believ'd. 

To  Thee  we  come,  O  gracious  Lord, 
The  new-born  year  to  bless  ; 

Defi^nd  our  land  from  pestilence. 
Give  peace  and  plenteousness  ; 

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Forgive  this  nation's  many  sins, 
The  growth  of  vice  restrain. 

And  help  us  all  with  sin  to  strive, 
And  crowns  of  life  to  gain. 

From  evil  deeds  that  stain  the  past 

We  now  desire  to  flee. 
And  pray  that  future  years  may  all 

Be  spent,  good  Lord,  for  Thee. 
O  Father,  let  Thy  watchful  eye 

Still  look  on  us  in  love, 
That  we  may  praise  Thee,  year  by  year, 

As  angels  praise  above. 


34. 


Chalvey. 


OLD  AND  NEW  YEAR. 

D.S.M, 


Key.  C,  G.  Hayne. 

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A  FEW  mce  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 

Asleep  within  the  tomb ; 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  this  wild  rocky  shore. 

And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more  : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  calm  day : 

O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er  ; 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more : 


Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  blest  day; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 

Shall  cheer  us  on  our  road  ; 
And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 

The  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  sweet  day ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

'  Tis  but  a  little  while, 

And  He  shall  come  again. 
Who  died  that  we  might  live_.  Who  lives 

That  we  with  Him  may  reign. 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  glad  day ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away.    Amen. 


Kedhead. 


OLD  AND  NEW  YEAR. 

1.1.1.1.1.1. 


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When  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory. 
Looking  o'er  life's  finish'd  story. 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, — 
Not  till  then, — how  much  I  owe  ! 

When  T  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills  to  fall, 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink, 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, — 
Not  till  then, — how  much  I  owe  ! 

When  I  stand  before  Thy  throne, 
Dress'd  in  beauty  not  my  own. 
When  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 


Love  Thee  with  unsinning  heart, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, — 
Not  till  then, — how  much  I  owe ! 

Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Waken'd  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified, 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe ! 

Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud  \ 
But  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light, 
lilessed  Jesus,  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe  ! 

Amen. 


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ODi     AlTOERSOM'.  S.M. 


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One  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, 
Nearer  my  parting  hour  am  I 

Than  e'er  I  was  before. 

Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns, — 

Nearer  the  crystal  sea ; 

Nearer  my  going  home, 

Laying  my  burden  down, 
Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 

Wearing  my  starry  crown ; 

Nearer  that  hidden  stream, 

Winding  through  shades  of  night, 

Rolling  its  cold,  dark  waves  between 
Me  and  the  world  of  light. 

Jesus  !  to  Thee  I  cling : 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith  ; 
Stay  near  me  while  my  way-worn  feet 

Press  through  the  stream  of  death.    Amen. 


41 


CIRCUMCISION. 


Weber. 


7.7.T.7. 


Jesus  !     Name  of  wondrous  love  ! 
Name  all  other  names  above  ! 
Unto  which  must  every  knee 
Bow  in  deep  humility. 

Jesus  !  Name  decreed  of  old  : 
To  the  maiden  mother  told, 
Kneeling  in  her  lowly  cell, 
By  the  angel  Gabriel. 

Jesus  !  Name  of  mercy  mild, 
Given  to  the  holy  child, 
When  the  cup  of  human  woe 
First  he  tasted  here  below. 

Jesus  !  only  Name  that's  given 
Under  all  the  mighty  heaven, 
Whereby  man,  to  sin  enslaved, 
Bursts  his  fetters,  and  is  saved. 

Jesus  !  Name  of  wondrous  love 
Human  Name  of  God  above  ; 
Pleading  only  this  we  flee, 
Helpless,  O  our  God,  to  Thee.     Amen. 


42 


CIRCUMCISION. 


St.  Michael. 


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The  ancient  Law  departs, 
And  all  its  terrors  cease  ; 

For  Jesus  makes  with  faithful  hearts 
A  covenant  of  peace. 

The  Light  of  Light  divine, 
True  brightness  undefil'd. 

He  bears  for  us  the  shame  of  sin, 
A  holy  spotless  Child. 

To-day  the  name  is  Thine, 
At  which  we  bend  the  knee ; 

They  call  Thee  Jesus,  Child  divine, 
Our  Jesus  deign  to  be. 

All  praise,  eternal  Son, 
For  Thy  redeeming  love, 

With  Father,  Spirit,  ever  One, 
In  glorious  might  above.    Amen. 


43 


WlNCHESTEE  (NeW), 


EPIPHANY. 

L.M. 


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What  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright, 
More  beauteous  than  the  noon-day  light  ? 
It  shines  to  herald  forth  the  King, 
And  Gentiles  to  His  cradle  bring. 

See  now  fulfill'd  what  God  decreed, 
"From  Jacob  shall  a  star  proceed;" 
And  Eastern  sages  with  amaze 
Upon  the  wondrous  vision  gaze. 

The  guiding  star  above  is  bright, 
Within  them  shines  a  clearer  light, 
Which  leads  them  on  with  pow'r  benign 
To  seek  the  Giver  of  the  sign. 

True  love  can  brook  no  dull  delay  ; 
Nor  toil  nor  dangers  stop  their  way : 
Home,  kindred,  fatherland,  and  all 
They  leave  at  their  Creator's  call. 

O  Jesus  !  while  the  star  of  grace 
Allures  us  now  to  seek  Thy  face. 
Let  not  our  slothful  hearts  refuse 
The  guidance  of  that  light  to  use- 
All  glory,  Jesus,  be  to  Thee 
For  this  Thy  glad  Epiphany  : 
Whom  with  the  Father  we  adore 
And  Holy  Ghost  for  evermore.     Amen. 


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The  people  that  in  darkness  sat 
A  glorious  Light  have  seen  ; 

The  Light  has  shined  on  them  who  long 
In  shades  of  death  have  been. 

To  hail  Thee,  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
The  gathering  nations  come  ; 

They  joy  as  when  the  reapers  bear 
Their  harvest  treasures  home. 

For  Thou  their  burden  dost  remove. 

And  break  the  tyrant's  rod, 
As  in  the  day  when  Midian  fell 

Before  the  sword  of  God. 

For  unto  us  a  Child  is  born. 
To  us  a  Son  is  given. 


And  on  His  shoulder  ever  rests 
All  power  in  earth  and  heaven. 

His  Name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  Everlasting  Lord, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 

The  God  by  all  adored. 

His  righteous  government  and  power 

Shall  over  all  extend  ; 
On  judgment  and  on  justice  based, 

His  reign  shall  have  no  end. 

Lord  Jesus,  reign  in  us,  we  pray, 

And  make  us  Thine  alone. 
Who  with  the  Father  ever  art 

And  Holy  Spirit  One.    Amen. 


45 


ElSEUACH, 


EPIPHANY. 


L.M. 


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O  LOVE,  how  deep,  how  broad,  how  high ! 
It  fills  the  heart  with  ecstasy. 
That  God,  the  Son  of  God.  should  take 
Our  mortal  form  for  mortals'  sake. 

He  sent  no  angel  to  our  race, 

Of  higher  or  of  lower  place, 

But  wore  the  robe  of  human  frame 

Himself,  and  to  this  lost  world  came. 

For  us  He  was  baptiz'd,  and  bore 
His  holy  fast,  and  hunger'd  sore  ; 
For  us  temptation  sharp  He  knew ; 
For  us  the  tempter  overthrew. 

For  us  He  pray'd,  for  us  He  taught, 
For  us  His  daily  works  He  wrought, 
By  words,  and  signs,  and  actions,  thus 
Still  seeking  not  Himself,  but  us. 

For  us  to  wicked  men  betray'd 
Scourged,  mock'd  in  purple  robe  array'd 
He  bore  the  s-hameful  Cross  and  death: 
For  us  at  length  gave  up  his  breath. 

For  us  He  rose  from  death  again, 
For  us  He  went  on  high  to  reign, 
For  us  He  sent  His  spirit  here 
To  guide,  to  strengthen,  and  to  cheer. 


46 


EPIPHANY. 


EwrtTG 


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Alex.  Ewing. 


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Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

Kings  shall  bow  down  before  Him, 
And  gold  and  incense  bring; 

All  nations  shall  adore  Him, 
His  praise  all  people  sing ; 


To  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing — 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 

O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  His  Throne  shall  rest; 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blessed : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever. 

His  changeless  Name  of  Love. 

Amen. 
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43. 


Adoration. 


EPIPHANY. 

FIRST    TUNE. 
11.10.11.10. 


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Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
ing! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine 
aid! 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid ! 

Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall ; 

Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all ! 

Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odours  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine ; 


Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine? 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 

Vainly  with  gold  would  His  favour  secure  : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  I 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine 
aid! 

Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  I 


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43. 


EPIPHANY. 

SECOND  TUNE. 

"  Bkightest  and  Best."  li.io.il.io. 

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Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
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Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine 
aid! 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid ! 

Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining. 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall ; 

Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining. 
Maker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all ! 

Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion. 
Odours  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine ; 


Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine  ? 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 

Vainly  with  gold  would  His  favour  secure  : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine 
aid! 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid ! 

Amen. 


49 


44. 


EPIPHANY. 


St.  Geokge. 


D.7's. 


Sir  George  Elvey,1VIus.  Doc. 


Hark,  the  song  of  Jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunder's  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  ; 
Hallelujah  I  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  : 
Hallelujah  I  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

Hallelujah  ! — hark,  the  sound, 
From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 

Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies  : 


See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 

Sheath'd  His  sword;  He  speaks,  'tis  done; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  pass'd  away  ; 
Then  the  end  ; — beneath  His  rod 

Man's  kist  enemy  sliall  fall  ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all. 


45. 


EPIPHANY. 


TiCHFIELD. 


D.  7's 


Old  Melody. 


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Trav'ller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Trav'ller  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 

Trav'ller  !  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 


Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Trav'ller  !  ages  are  its  own, 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman !   tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Trav'ller!   darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wand'rings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Trav'ller !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 
51 


46. 


Hanover. 


EPIPHANY. 

P.M. 


Dr.  Croft. 


Ye  nations,  exult  ; 

Salvation  is  nigh, 
The  star  in  the  east 

Illumines  the  sky  ; 
The  time  is  arrived  by 

Jehovah's  decree, 
When  dwellers  in  darkness 

Hisglory  shall  see. 

No  longer  in  types 

And  shadows  conceal'd, 
In  light  and  in  truth 

The  Christ  is  reveal'd  ; 
No  longer  to  nation 

Or  region  confin'd, 
The  promise  <jf  God  is 

Addressed  to  mankind. 


Ye  Gentiles,  rejoice, 

Re-echo  the  strain  ; 
Break  forth  into  praise, 

Ye  isles  of  the  main. 
The  winds  to  your  far  shores 

Glad  tidings  shall  bring  ; 
Rejoice  in  your  Saviour, 

Rejoice  in  your  King. 

Be  glory  to  God 

The  Father  above. 
Who  sent  to  our  world 

The  Son  of  His  love  ; 
And  His,  too,  be  glory. 

Who  came  from  on  high 
To  save  and  to  suffer, 

To  triumph  and  die.    Amen. 


62 


47. 


St.  Stephen. 


EPIPHANY. 

CM. 


Old  Melody. 


In  stature  grows  the  Heavenly  Child, 
With  death  before  his  eyes  ; 

A  Lamb  unblemish'd,  meek  and  mild, 
Prepared  for  sacrifice. 

The  Son  of  God  His  glory  hides 
With  parents  mean  and  poor, 

And  He  who  made  the  heavens  abides 
In  dwelling-place  obscure. 

Those  mighty  Hands  that  rule  the  sky 

No  earthly  toil  refuse  ; 
The  Maker  of  the  stars  on  high 

An  humble  trade  pursues. 

He  whom  the  hosts  of  Angels  praise, 
At  whose  command  they  fly, 

His  earthly  parents  now  obeys, 
And  lays  His  glory  by. 

For  this  Thy  lowliness  revealed. 

We,  Jesus,  Thee  adore, 
And  praise  to  God  the  Father  yield 

And  Spirit  evermore.    Amen. 


53 


EPIPHANY. 


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As  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold; 
As  with  joy  they  hail'd  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright ; 
So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed  ; 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 
Ever  seek  Thy  mercy-seat. 

As  they  offer'd  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare  ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  Thee  our  Heavenly  King. 

Holy  Jesus,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
And  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransom'd  souls  at  last. 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

In  the  heavenly  country  bright 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 
Thou,  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down; 
There  for  ever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King.     Amen. 


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49. 


Salem 


EPIPHANY. 


P.M. 


John  Stainek,  Mus.  Doc. 
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Exalt  Thy  towering  head,  and  lift  Thine  eyes  ; 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display. 
And  break  upon  Thee  in  a  flood  of  day- 
See  a  long  race  Thy  spacious  courts  adorn. 
See  future  sons,  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise. 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

See  barbarous  nations  at  Thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  Thy  light,  and  in  Thy  temple  bend: 
See  Thy  bright  altars  throng'd  with  prostrate  kings, 
While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings. 

The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke  decay. 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away  ; 
But  fix'd  His  word.  His  saving  power  remains  ; 
Thy  realms  shall  last.  Thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 


55 


EPIPHANY. 

8.7.8.7.8.7. 


"W.  H.  MOKK. 


Alleluia,  song  of  sweetness, 
Voice  of  joy  that  cannot  die  ; 

Alleluia  is  the  anthem 

Ever  dear  to  choirs  on  high  ; 

In  the  house  of  God  abiding, 
Thus  they  sing  eternally. 

Alleluia  thou  resoundest, 
True  Jerusalem  and  free  ; 

Alleluia  joyful  mother, 

All  thy  children  sing  with  thee  : 

But  by  Babylon's  sad  waters 
Mournins:  exiles  now  are  we. 


Alleluia  cannot  always 

Be  our  song  while  here  below ; 
Alleluia  our  transgressions 

Make  us  for  a  while  forego  ; 
For  the  solemn  time  is  coming 

When  our  tears  for  sin  must  flow. 

Therefore  in  our  hymns  we  pray  Thee, 

Grant  us,  blessed  Trinity, 
At  the  last  to  keep  Thine  Easter 

In  our  home  beyond  the  sky  ; 
There  to  Thee  forever  singing 

Alleluia  joyfully. 


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Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry ; 
By  the  holy  mystery 
Of  Thy  dwelHng  here  on  earth, 
By  Thy  pure  and  holy  birth, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

Lamb  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry  ; 
By  thy  bitter  ao^ony, 
By  Thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  Thy  Spirit's  parting  groan. 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 


Prince  of  life,  to  Thee  I  cry ; 
By  Thy  glorious  majesty, 
By  Thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Meek  to  suffer,  strong  to  save, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

Lord  of  glory,  God  Most  High, 
Man  exalted'  to  the  sky. 
With  Thy  love  my  bosom  fill  \ 
Prompt  me  to  perform  Thy  will ; 
Then  Thy  glory  I  shall  see. 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  Thee. 

Amen. 


67 


LENT. 


Melcombe 


S.  Webbe. 


God  of  our  life,  to  Thee  we  call ; 
Afflicted  at  Thy  feet  we  fall ; 
When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  our  trembline  hearts  to  fail. 


A-men. 


Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea 
Our  souls  still  hang  their  hopes  on  Thee, 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care, 
Alone  can  save  us  from  despair. 

Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint. 
Where  should  we  lodge  our  deep  complaint  ? 
Where,  but  with  Thee  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor  ? 

Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  Thee, 
And  Thou  refuse  the  mourner's  plea  ? 
Doth  not  the  word  still  fix'd  remain 
That  none  shall  seek  Thy  face  in  vain  ? 

Then  hear,  O  Lord,  our  humble  cry. 
And  bend  on  us  Thy  pitying  eye. 
To  Thee  their  prayer  Thy  people  make  ; 
Hear  us  for  our  Redeemer's  sake.     Amen. 


68 


St.  Agnes. 


LENT. 


7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7. 


Revd.  a.  Whishaw. 


Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee, 
Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee  ; 
When  repentant  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes ; 
Oh  !  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffer'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

By  Thy  helpless  infant  years, 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears, 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness  ; 
By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power  ; 
Turn,  oh  !  turn  a  favouring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany ! 


By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair  ; 

By  Thine  agony  of  prayer  ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail;  the  thorn, 

Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn ", 

By  the  gloom  that  veil'd  the  skies 

O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice  ; 

Listen  to  our  humble  eryj 

Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan  ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone  ; 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God  ; 
Oh  !  from  earth  to  heav'n  restor'd, 
Mighty  re-ascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen,  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany !     Amen . 
59 


LENT. 


7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6. 


P.  B.  Maclagan,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Gon  of  my  salvation,  hear, 

And  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  blessing  to  receive. 

Full  of  guilt,  alas!  I  am, 
But  to  Thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  ; 

Friend  of  sinners  !  spotless  Lamb! 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

Standing  now  as  newly  slain, 

To  Thee  I  lift  mine  eve  ; 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
Thy  blood  is  always  nigh  ; 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same 
Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  lie  ; 
P'ricntl  of  sinners  !  spotless  Lamb  I 
Thy  Mood  was  shed  for  me. 
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Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay. 
Nor  can  Thy  grace  procure ; 

Empty  send  me  not  away, 

For  I,  Thou  know'st  am  poor  : 
Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name. 

My  all  is  sin  and  misery  ; 

Friend  of  sinners  !  spotless  Lamb  I 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

Saviour  ?  from  Thy  wounded  side 

I  never  will  depart  ; 
Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart; 

Till  my  place  above  I  claim. 
This  only  shall  be  all  mv  i^lca. 

Friend  of  sinners  !  spotless  Lamb  ! 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  mc. 


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LENT. 


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When  our  heads  are  bow'd  with  woe, 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
"  Jesus,  born  of  woman,"  hear. 

Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn ; 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne ; 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear; 
"  Jesus,  born  of  woman,"  hear. 

Thou  hast  bow'd  the  dying  head ; 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed ; 
Thou  hast  fill'd  a  mortal  bier ; 
"Jesus,  born  of  woman,"  hear. 

When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin : 
W^hen  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
"Jesus,  born  of  woman,"  hear. 

Thou,  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known ; 
Though  the  sins  were  not  thine  own ; 
Thou  hastdeign'd  their  load  to  bear: 
"Jesus,  born  of  woman,"  hear.     Amen. 


SI 


LENT. 


St.  Philip. 


Monk. 


Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day 

Ere  it  pass  for  aye  away, 

On  our  knees  we  fall  and  pray. 

Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  tears, 

Fill  us  with  heart-searching  fears 

Ere  that  awful  doom  appears. 

Lord,  on  us  Thy  Spirit  pour, 
Kneeling  lowly  at  the  door 
Ere  it  close  for  evermore. 

By  Thy  night  of  agony, 
By  Thy  supplicating  cry. 
By  Thy  willingness  to  die, 

By  Thy  tears  of  bitter  woe 

For  Jerusalem  below, 

Let  us  not  Thy  love  forego. 

Grant  us  'neath  Thy  wings  a  place, 

Lest  we  lose  this  day  of  grace 

Ere  we  shall  behold  Thy  face.    Amen. 


62 


Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 
As  Thou  wert  ever  kind  ; 
Let  me,  opprest  with  loads  of  guilt, 
Thy  wonted  mercy  find. 

Wash  off'- my  foul  offence, 
And  cleanse  me  from  my  sin ; 
For  I  confess  my  crime,  and  see 
How  great  my  guilt  has  been. 

Make  me  to  hear  with  joy 
Thy  kind  forgiving  voice  ; 
That  so  my  broken  contrite  heart 
May  with  fresh  strength  rejoice. 

Withdraw  not  Thou  Thy  help, 
Nor  cast  me  from  Thy  sight ; 
Nor  let  Thy  Holy  Spirit  take 
His  everlasting  flight. 

The  joy  Thy  favour  gives 
Let  me  again  obtain  ; 
And  Thy  free  Spirit's  firm  support 
My  fainting  soul  sustain. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be  ; 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so, 
To  all  eternity.    Amen. 


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LENT. 


BCRFORD. 


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O  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

When  on  my  aching  burden'd  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  Thy  peace  impart: 

In  love  remember  me. 

When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
O  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day : 

For  good  remember  me. 

If  on  my  face  for  Thy  dear  name 

Shame  and  reproaches  be  ; 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 

If  Thou  remember  me. 

And  oh,  when  in  the  hour  of  death 

I  own  Thy  just  decree. 
Be  this  tlie  prayer  of  my  last  breath, 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me.     Amen. 


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O  Jesus,  our  salvation, 

Low  at  Thy  Cross  we  lie  ; 
Lord  in  Thy  great  compassion, 

Hear  our  bewailing  cry. 
We  come  to  Thee  with  mourning, 

We  come  to  Thee  in  woe ; 
With  contrite  hearts  returning, 

And  tears  that  overflow. 

O  gracious  Intercessor, 

O  Priest  within  the  veil. 
Plead,  for  each  lost  transgressor, 

The  Blood  that  cannot  fail. 
We  spread  our  sins  before  Thee, 

We  tell  them  one  by  one ; 
O  for  Thy  Name's  great  glory, 

Forgive  all  we  have  done. 


O  by  Thy  Cross  and  Passion, 

Thy  tears  and  agony,  _ 
And  crown  of  cruel  fashion. 

And  death  on  Calvary ; 
By  all  that  untold  suffering 

Endur'd  by  Thee  alone  ; 
O  Priest,  O  Spotless  Offermg, 

Plead  for  us,  and  atone. 

And  in  these  hearts  now  broken 

Re-enter  Thou  and  reign  ; 
And  say,  by  that  dear  token, 

We  are  absolv'd  again. 
And  build  us  up,  and  guide  us. 

And  guard  us  day  by  day  ; 
And  in  Thy  presence  hide  us, 

And  take  our  sins  away.     Amen. 
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LENT. 


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O  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend, 
Who  loving,  lov'st  them  to  the  end, 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend, 

That  Thou  wilt  plead  for  me. 

When  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far  off  appears  my  resting-place, 
And,  fainting,  I  mistrust  Thy  grace, 
Then,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

When  I  have  err'd  and  gone  astray, 
Afar  from  Thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimm'ring,  guiding  ray, 
Still,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold. 
Strives  from  Thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then  with  Thy  pitying  arms  enfold. 

And  plead,  oh  !  plead  for  me. 

And  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darken'd  with  conflict,  pain,  and  fear. 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear. 

Pleading  in  heaven  for  me.     Amen. 


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LENT. 


Forty  days  and  forty  nights 
Thou  wast  fasting  in  the  wild 

Forty  days  and  forty  nights 
Tempted,  and  yet  undefil'd. 

Sunbeams  scorching  all  the  day  ; 

Chilly  dew-drops  nightly  shed, 
Prowling  beasts  about  Thy  way ; 

Stones  Thy  pillow ;  earth  Thy  bed. 

Shall  not  we  Thy  sorrow  share, 
And  from  earthly  joys  abstain, 

With  Thee  watching  unto  prayer, 
With  Thee  strong  to  suffer  pain  ? 

Then,  if  Satan  shall  assail. 
Flesh  or  spirit  vexing  sore. 

May  we  in  Thy  strength  prevail. 
Who  didst  vanquish  him  before. 

So  shall  we  have  peace  divine, 
Chasten'd  gladness  ours  shall  be  ; 

Round  us  too,  shall  angels  shine, 
Such  as  minister'd  to  Thee. 


Keep,  O  keep  us.  Saviour  dear, 
Ever  constant  by  Thy  side  ; 

That  with  Thee  we  may  appear 
At  the  eternal  Easter-tide.     Amen. 


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LENT. 

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Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne, 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 

And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

Our  broken  spirit  pitying  see: 

True  penitence  impart; 
Then  let  a  kindling  glance  from  Thee 

Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer 

May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosoms  share, 

Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

May  faith  each  weak  petition  fill 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness  still 

That  grants  it  or  denies. 

All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 

All  glory  to  the  Son, 
All  glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 

While  endless  ages  run.     Amen. 


A-men. 


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With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  is  rich  and  free  : 

0  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

1  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppress'd ; 
Christ  and  His  cross  my  only  plea  : 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes. 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies ; 
But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

Nor  alms,  nor  deeds,  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  ; 
To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

And  when,  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransom'd  throng  I  dwell. 
My  raptur'd  song  shall  ever  be, 
God  has  been  merciful  to  me. 


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Fierce  raged  the  tempest  o'er  the  deep, 
Watch  did  Thine  anxious  servants  keep, 
But  Thou  wast  wrapp'd  in  guileless  sleep, 
Calm  and  still. 

"  Save,  Lord,  we  perish  !  "  was  their  cry  ; 
"  Oh  !  save  us  in  our  agony  !  " 
Thy  word  above  the  storm  rose  high  : 
"  Peace  !  be  still !  " 

The  wild  winds  hush'd,  the  angry  deep 
Sank  like  a  little  child  to  sleep. 
The  sullen  billows  ceas'd  to  leap 
At  Thy  will. 

So,  when  our  life  is  clouded  o'er, 
And  storm-winds  drift  us  on  the  shore. 
Say,  lest  we  sink  to  rise  no  more, 

"  Peace  !  be  stiU !  " 


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LENT. 

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When  at  Thy  footstool,  Lord,  I  bend, 
And  plead  with  Thee  for  mercy  there, 

Think  of  the  sinner's  dying  friend, 
And  for  His  sake  receive  my  prayer. 

O  think  not  of  my  shame  and  guilt, 
My  thousand  stains  of  deepest  dye ; 

Think  of  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 
And  let  that  blood  my  pardon  buy. 

Think,  Lord,  how  I  am  still  Thy  own, 
The  trembling  creature  of  Thy  hand  ; 

Think  how  my  heart  to  sin  is  prone. 
And  what  temptations  round  me  stand. 

O  think  upon  Thy  holy  word, 

And  every  plighted  promise  there  ; 

How  prayer  should  evermore  be  heard. 
And  how  Thy  glory  is  to  spare. 

O  think  not  of  my  doubts  and  fears, 
My  strivings  with  Thy  grace  Divine  : 

Think  vipon  Jesus'  woes  and  tears, 
And  let  His  merits  stand  for  mine. 


Thine  eye.  Thine  ear,  they  are  not  dull ; 

Thine  arm  can  never  shorten'd  be ; 
Behold  me  here  ;  my  heart  is  full ; 

Behold,  and  spare,  and  succour  me  ! 


LENT. 


Mercy 


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God  of  pity,  God  of  grace, 
When  we  humbly  seek  Thy  face. 
Bend  from  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place 
Hear,  forgive  and  save. 

When  we  in  Thy  temple  meet. 
Spread  our  wants  before  Thy  feet, 
Pleading  at  Thy  mercy-seat ; 

Look  from  heaven,  and  save  ! 

When  Thy  love  our  hearts  shall  fill, 
When  we  long  to  do  Thy  will, 
Turning  to  Thy  holy  hill  : 

Lord,  accept,  and  save  ! 

Should  we  wander  from  Thy  fold, 
Should  our  love  to  Thee  grow  cold, 
With  a  pitying  eye  behold  ; 

Lord,  forgive  and  save  ! 

Should  the  hand  of  sorrow  press, 
Earthly  cares  or  want  distress. 
May  our  souls  Thy  peace  possess  ! 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

Whatsoe'er  our  cry  may  be. 
When  we  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee, 
From  our  burden  set  us  free ; 

Jesus,  hear  and  save  !  Amen. 


Beead  of  Heaveit. 


LENT. 


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God,  my  father,  hear  me  pray ; 
Wash  my  crimson  guilt  away ; 
Wretched,  helpless,  lost,  undone, 
Hear  me  for  Thy  blessed  Son  ; 
Lord,  unnumber'd  sins  are  mine, 
But  eternal  love  is  Thine. 

God,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me  ; 
All  my  guilt  I  cast  on  Thee  ! 
Give  my  troubled  spirit  peace ; 
Bid  my  fears  and  sorrows  cease. 
Lord,  unnumber'd  sins  are  mine, 
But  eternal  love  is  Thine. 


God,  my  Comforter,  my  Light, 
Strengthen  me  with  holy  might. 
Make  Thy  dwelling  in  my  heart ; 
Faith,  and  joy,  and  hope  impart. 
Lord,  unnumber'd  sins  are  mine, 
But  eternal  love  is  Thine. 

Blessed,  glorious  Trinity ! 
Holy,  everlasting  Three ! 
Hear,  O  hear,  my  earnest  prayer, 
And  my  soul  for  heaven  prepare. 
Lord,  unnumber'd  sins  are  mine, 
But  eternal  love  is  Thine. 


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Atoxement. 


LENT. 

P.M.  BoHEMiAif  Brothers'  Hymn  Book. 


Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  Thee  ; 
And  every  strugshng  soul  release  ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

By  Thine  agonizing  pain 
And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray, 

By  Thy  dying  love  to  man. 
Take  all  our  sins  away  : 

Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free  ; 
From  .ill  iniquity  release; 

O  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  pe.ice. 


Let  Thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 
The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 

Speak  us  freely  justified. 
And  all  our  sickness  heal  : 

By  Thy  passion  on  the  tree. 
Let  all  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  ; 

O  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

Lord,  we  would  not  hence  depart 
Till  Thou  our  wants  relieve. 

Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart, 
And  all  Thine  image  give. 

Still  our  souls  shall  cry  to  Thee, 
Till  perfected  in  holiness 

O  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  pe.ace. 


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Weary  of  earth,  and  laden  with  my  sin, 
I  look  at  heaven  and  long  to  enter  in, 
But  there  no  evil  thing  may  find  a  home  : 
And  yet  I  hear  a  voice  that  bids  me  "  Come." 

So  vile  I  am  how  dare  I  hope  to  stand 

In  the  pure  glory  of  that  holy  land  ! 

Before  the  whiteness  of  that  Throne  appear  ? 

Yet  there  are  hands  stretch'd  out  to  draw  me  near. 

The  while  I  fain  would  tread  the  heavenly  way, 

Evil  is  ever  with  me,  day  by  day  ; 

Yet  on  mine  ears  the  gracious  tidings  fall, 

"  Repent,  believe,  thou  shalt  be  loosed  from  all,' ' 

It  is  the  voice  of  Jesus  that  I  hear. 
His  are  the  hands  stretch'd  out  to  draw  me  near, 
And  His  the  blood  that  can  for  all  atone, 
And  set  me  faultless  there  before  the  Throne. 

'Twas  He  who  found  me  on  the  deathly  wild, 
And  made  me  heir  of  heaven,  the  Father's  child, 
And  day  by  day,  whereby  my  soul  may  live, 
Gives  me  His  grace  of  pardon  and  will  give. 

Yea,  Thou  wilt  answer  for  me,  righteous  Lord  : 
Thine  all  the  merits,  mine  the  great  reward  ; 
Thine  the  sharp  thoms,and  mine  the  golden  crown, 
Mine  the  life  won,  and  Thine  the  life  laid  down. 


WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER. 


Melchiob  Teschweb. 


All  glory,  laud  and  honour 

To  Thee,  Redeemer,  King  ! 
To  whom  the  lips  of  children 

Made  sweet  Hosannas  ring. 
Thou  art  the  King  of  Israel, 

Thou,  David's  Royal  Son, 
Who  in  tiie  Lord's  name  comest. 

The  King  and  Blessed  One. 
All  glory,  etc. 

The  company  of  Angels 
Are  praising  Thee  on  high. 

And  mortal  men,  and  all  things 
Created  make  reply. 


The  people  of  the  Hebrews 
With  palms  before  Thee  went. 

Our  praise  and  prayer  and  anthems 
Before  Thee  we  present. 

All  glory,  etc. 

To  Thee  before  Thy  Passion, 

They  sang  their  hymns  of  praise  : 
To  Thee  now  high  exalted, 

Our  melody  we  raise. 
Thou  didst  accept  their  praises  ; 

Accept  the  prayers  we  bring, 
Who  in  all  good  delightest, 

Thou  good  and  gracious  King. 

All  glory,  etc.     Amea. 


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Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus, 

Hail,  thou  Galilean  king  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring  : 
Hail,  Thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
By  Thy  merits  we  find  favour ; 

Life  is  giv'n  through  Thy  Name  ! 

Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed. 

All  our  sins  were  on  Thee  laid  ; 
By  Almighty  Love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made : 
All  Thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  Blood ; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  Heav'n  ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 


Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  gtory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seaied  at  Thy  Father's  side. 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading  ; 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

Worship,  honour,  power  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing. 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  ! 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays ; 
Help  to  sing  oiu-  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise  1 


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WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER. 

Peter's  Hixl.  7's.  (6  lines.) 


E.  A.  FlBTH. 


Sign's  daughter,  weep  no  more, 
Though  thy  troubled  heart  be  sore ; 
He  of  whom  the  Psalmist  sung, 
He  who  woke  the  Prophet's  tongue, 
Christ,  the  Mediator  blest. 
Brings  thee  everlasting  rest. 

In  a  garden  man  became 

Heir  of  sin,  and  death,  and  shame  ; 

Jesus  in  a  garden  wins 

Life,  and  pardon  for  our  sins  ; 

Through  His  hour  of  agony 

Praying  in  Gethsemane. 


There  for  us  He  intercedes  ; 
There  with  God  the  Father  pleads  ; 
Willing  there  for  us  to  drain 
To  the  dregs  the  cup  of  pain, 
That  in  everlasting  day 
He  may  wipe  our  tears  away. 

Therefore  to  His  name  be  given 
Glory  both  in  earth  and  heaven ; 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Honor,  praise,  and  glory  be, 
Now  and  through  eternity.    Amen. 


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See  the  destined  day  arise  ! 
See,  a  willing  Sacrifice, 
Jesus,  to  redeem  our  loss  ! 
Hangs  upon  the  shameful  Cross ! 

Jesus,  who  but  Thou  had  borne, 
Lifted  on  that  tree  of  scorn. 
Every  pang  and  bitter  throe, 
Finishing  Thy  life  of  woe  ? 

Who  but  Thou  had  dared  to  drain 
Steep'd  in  gall  the  cup  of  pain. 
And  with  tender  body  bear 
Thorns  and  nails,  and  piercing  spear? 

Thence  the  cleansing  water  flowed. 
Mingled  from  Thy  side  with  blood  : 
Sign  to  all  attesting  eyes 
Of  the  finished  Sacrifice. 


Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  grace    ' 
In  that  sacrifice  to  place 
All  our  trust  for  life  renew'd, 
Pardon'd  sin,  and  promised  good. 


Amen. 


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R.  SCHTJMANIT. 


Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 

Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away, 
A  Sacrifice  of  nobler  name      ' 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  stand. 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 


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My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  didst  bear. 

When  hanging  on  th'  accursed  tree. 
And  trusts  her  guilt  was  there.     Amen. 


WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER. 


Breslau. 


Old  German  Air. 


We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died, 
Of  Him  who  died  upon  the  Cross  ; 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 
For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

Inscribed  upon  the  Cross  we  see, 
In  shining  letters,  God  is  love  ; 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree. 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

The  Cross  !  it  takes  our  guilt  away ; 
It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 
And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave. 
And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  its  terror  from  the  grave, 
And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light. 

The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe. 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love, 

The  sinner's  refuge  here  below. 

The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above.    Amen. 


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I  O  •      WOOLMER'S.  L.M. 


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The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone  ; 

'Tis  midnight, — in  the  garden  now 
The  suff'ring  saviour  prays  alone. 

'Tis  midnight,  —and,  from  all  remov'd,  . 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears  : 
E'en  the  disciple  that  He  lov'd 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

'Tis  midnight — and,  for  others'  guilt 
The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood : 

Yet  He  that  has  in  anguish  knelt. 
Is  not  forsaken  by  His  God. 


'Tis  midnight — and  from  heav'nly  plains, 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know; 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 

That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe.  Amen. 


82 


77. 


WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER. 


EccE  Agnus. 
Slow. 


6.6.6.4.8.8.4. 


Behold  the  Lamb  of  God ! 
O  Thou  for  sinners  slain, 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

That  Thou  hast  died  : 
Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take, 
My  only  refuge  let  me  make 

Thy  pierced  side. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
Into  the  sacred  flood 
Of  Thy.  most  precious  blood 

My  soul  I  cast : 
Wash  me  and  make  me  clean  within, 
And  keep  me  pure  from  every  sin, 
Till  life  be  past. 


Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
All  hail,  incarnate  Word, 

Thou  everlasting  Lord, 

O  Saviour  blest; 
Fill  us  with  love  that  never  faints. 
And  grant  us  with  Thy  blessed  saints 

Eternal  rest. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God ! 
Worthy  is  he  alone. 
That  sitteth  on  the  throne 

Of  God  above  ; 
One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  days. 
One  with  the  Comforter  in  praise. 

All  light  and  love.     Amen. 

83 


78. 


WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER. 

8.7.8.7.8.7. 


Bev.  J.  B.  Dtkzs 


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Now  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising. 

Tell  in  sweet  and  mournful  strain 
How  the  Crucified,  enduring 

Grief,  and  wounds,  and  dying  pain 
Freely  of  His  love  was  offered, 

Sinless  was  for  sinners  slain. 

Scourg'd  with  unrelenting  fury 
For  the  sins  which  we  deplore, 

By  His  livid  Stripes  He  heals  us, 
Raising  us  to  fall  no  more  ; 

All  our  bruises  gently  soothing, 
Binding  up  the  bleeding  sore. 

See  !   His  Hands  and  Feet  are  fastened; 

Thus  He  makes  His  people  free ; 
Not  a  wound  whence  blood  is  flowmg 

But  a  fount  of  grace  shall  be  ; 
Yea  the  very  nails  which  nail  Him 

Nail  us  also  to  the  Tree. 

Through  His  Heart  the  spear  is  piercing. 
Though  His  foes  have  seen  Him  die  ; 

Blood  and  Water  thence  are  streaming 
In  a  tide  of  mystery. 

Water  from  our  guilt  to  cleanse  us, 
Blood  to  win  us  crowns  on  high. 

Jesus,  may  these  precious  fountains 
Drink  to  thirsting  souls  afford  : 

Let  them  be  our  cUp  and  healing, 
And  at  length  our  full  reward  ; 

So  a  ransomed  world  shall  ever 
Praise  Thee,  its  redeeming  Lord.    Ami 


WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER. 


Vexilla  Regis. 


FIRST  TUNE. 
L.M. 


Ancient  Melody. 


The  Royal  banner  is  unfurl'd 
And  lo  !  the  Cross  is  rear'd  on  high, 
Whereon  the  Saviour  of  the  world 
Is  stretch'd  in  mortal  agony. 

Pierced  by  the  spear  He  yielded  forth 
Water  and  blood  a  mingled  tide, 
That  so  a  fount  of  priceless  worth 
Might  flow  for  sinners  from  His  side. 

O  Jesus,  in  Thy  Cross  we  see 
Once  more  a  tree  of  life  for  men  ! 


Lo !  from  the  curse  the  earth  is  free, 
And  Eden  may  be  ours  again  ! 

No  more  doth  flaming  sword  appear, 
Nor  cherubim  to  keep  the  way: 
The  fallen  race  may  now  draw  near, 
And  eat  Thy  fruit,  and  live  for  aye. 

O  holy  Jesus,  unto  Thee 
From'ev'ry  ransom'd  soul  be  praise  ! 
Thy  Cross  our  tree  of  life  shall  be. 
Our  song  of  joy  thro'  endless  days  ! 

Amen. 
85 


WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER. 


St.  Cecilia 


SECOND  TUNE. 
L.M. 


Rev.  Johx  Hampton. 


The  Royal  banner  is  unfurl'd 
And  lo  !  the  Cross  is  rear'd  on  high, 
Whereon  the  Saviour  of  the  world 
Is  stretch'd  in  mortal  agony. 

Pierced  by  the  spear  He  yielded  forth 
Water  and  blood  a  mingled  tide, 
That  so  a  fount  of  priceless  worth 
Might  flow  for  sinners  from  His  side. 

O  Jesus,  in  Thy  Cross  we  see 
Once  more  a  tree  of  life  for  men  ! 
Lo !  from  the  curse  the  earth  is  free, 
And  Eden  may  be  ours  again  ! 

No  more  doth  flaming  sword  appear, 
Nor  cherubim  to  keep  the  way: 
The  fallen  race  may  now  draw  near. 
And  cat  Thy  fruit,  and  live  for  aye. 

O  holy  Jesus,  unto  Thee 
From  ev'ry  ransom'd  soul  be  praise  ! 
Thy  Cross  our  tree  of  life  shall  be, 
Our  song  of  joy  thro'  endless  days  ! 

Amen. 


86 


WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER. 

OV«    Requiem.  7.7.7.7.7.7. 


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Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 
Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  ; 
Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour. 
Turn  not  from  His  griefs  away  ; 
Learn  from  Him  to  watch  and  pray. 

See  Him  at  the  judgment  hall, 
Beaten,  bound,  revil'd,  arraign'd  : 
See  Him  meekly  bearing  all ! 
Love  to  man  His  soul  sustain'd  ! 
Shun  not  suff'ring,  shame,  or  loss  ! 
Learn  of  Christ  to  bear  the  Cross. 


Calvary's  mournful  mountain  view  ; 
There  the  Lord  of  glory  see, 
Made  a  sacrifice  for  you, 
Dying  on  the  accursed  tree : 
"  It  is  finish'd  !  "  hear  Him  cry; 
Learn  of  Jesus  how  to  die. 

Early  to  the  tomb  repair, 

Where  His  lifeless  body  lay  ; 

Angels  keep  their  virgils  there  : 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away  ? 

"  Christ  is  risen  !  "  He  seeks  the  skies. 

Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise.     Amen. 


87 


WEEK  BEFORE   EASTER. 

OXi      Prixcethobpe.  6.5.6.5.  D. 


William  Pitts. 

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Glory  be  to  Jesu.s, 
Who  in  bitter  pains 
Pour'd  for  me  the  life-blood 
From  His  sacred  veins  ! 
Grace  and  life  eternal 
In  that  blood  I  find. 
Blest  be  His  compassion 
Infinitely  kind  ! 

Blest  through  endless  ages 
Be  the  precious  stream, 
Which  from  endless  torments 
Did  the  world  redeem  ! 
Abel's  blood  for  vengeance 
Pleaded  to  the  skies ; 
But  the  blood  of  Jesus 
For  our  pardon  cries. 

Oft  as  earth  exulting 

Wafts  its  praise  on  high, 

Angel  hosts,  rejoicing, 

Make  their  glad  reply. 

Lift  ye  tlicn  your  voices; 

Swell  the  mighty  flood  ; 

Louder  still  and  louder. 

Praise  the  precious  blood.     Amen. 


88 


WEEK  BEFORE  EASTER 

St.  Vikcent.  L.  M. 


Adapted  by  C.  E.  "Willing. 


Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar, 
And  gaze  upon  Thy  holy  Cross, 
In  love  of  Thee  and  scorn  of  self, 
O  may  we  count  the  world  as  loss  ! 

When  we  behold  Thy  bleeding  wounds, 
And  the  rough  way  that  thou  hast  trod. 
Make  us  to  hate  the  load  of  sin 
That  lay  so  heavy  on  our  God. 

O  holy  Lord,  uplifted  high. 
With  outstretch'd  Arms,  in  mortal  woe, 
Embracing  in  Thy  wondrous  love 
The  sinful  world  that  lies  below ; — 

Give  us  an  ever-living  faith 
To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see ; 
And  in  the  mystery  of  Thy  Death 
Draw  us  and  all  men  unto  Thee.     Amen. 


89 


GOOD  FRIDA  V. 


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I  SEE  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall, 

Their  furious  cries  I  hear  ; 
Their  shouts  of  "  Crucify  "  appal, 

Their  curses  fill  mine  ear. 
And  of  that  shouting  multitude 

I  feel  that  I  am  one, 
And  in  that  din  of  voices  rude 

I  recognize  my  own. 

I  see  the  scourcjers  rend  the  flesh 
Of  God's  beloved  Son, . 

And  as  they  smite  I  feel  afresh 
That  I  of  them  am  one. 


Around  yon  Cross  the  throng  I  see 
That  mock  the  Sufferer's  groan, 

Yet  still  my  voice  it  seems  to  be. 
As  if  I  mock'd  alone. 

'T  was  I  that  shed  the  sacred  Blood, 

I  nail'd  Ilim  to  the  tree, 
I  crucified  the  Clirist  of  God, 

I  join'd  the  mockerv. 
Yet  not  the  less  that  IJlood  avails 

To  cleanse  away  my  sin. 
And  not  the  less  that  Cross  prevails 

To  give  me  peace  within. 


90 


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GOOD  FRIDA  Y. 


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"  'T  is  finish'd  !  "  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head,  and  died : 

"  'T  is  finished  !  " — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

*"T  is  finish'd  !  " — all  that  heaven  foretold 

By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old  ; 
And  truths  are  open'd  to  our  view, 

That  kings  and  prophets  never  knew. 

'T  is  finish'd  !  " — Son  of  God,  Thy  power 
Hath  triumph'd  in  this  awful  hour ; 

And  yet  our  eyes  with  sorrow  see 
That  life  to  us  was  death  to  Thee. 

"  'T  is  finished !  " — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round ; 

« 'T  is  finish'd  !  "—let  the  echo  fly 
Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 


91 


GOOD  FRIDA  Y. 


BOCKIKGHAM. 


Edward  Milleb.Mds.  Doc. 


When  I  survey  the  wondrous  Cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

See  from  His  head,  His  hands,  }Iis  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 


92 


Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
I'hat  were  a  tribute  far  to  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


GOOD  FRIDA  Y. 


8.7.8.7. 


Gekmait. 


Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 
Which  before  the  Cross  we  spend  ; 

Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 
Through  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

Here  we'll  rest,  forever  viewing 
Mercy  pour'd  in  streams  of  blood  ; 

Precious  drops,  our  souls  bedewing, 
Make  and  plead  our  peace  with  God. 

Truly  blessed  is  the  station, 
Low  before  His  Cross  to  lie, 

While  we  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  His  closing  eye. 

Lord,  in  ceaseless  contemplation 
Fix  our  hearts  and  eyes  on  Thee, 

Till  we  taste  Thy  whole  salvation, 
And  Thine  unveil'd  glories  see. 

For  Thy  sorrows  we  adore  Thee, 

For  the  griefs  that  wrought  our  peace ; 

Gracious  Saviour, we  implore  Thee, 
In  our  hearts  thy  love  increase. 

Unto  Thee  the  world's  Salvation, 

Father,  Spirit,  unto  Thee, 
Low  we  bow  in  adoration, 

Ever  blessed  One  and  Three.    Amen. 


93 


St.  Cross 


GOOD  FRIDA  Y. 

L.M.  Eev.  J.  B.  Dykes  Mus.  Doc. 


O  COME  and  mourn  with  me  awhile, 
O  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side  ; 

O  come,  together  let  us  mourn  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 
While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 

Ah,  look  how  patiently  He  hangs  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

How  fast  His  hands  and  feet  are  nail'd  ; 

His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dried; 
His  failing  eyes  are  dimm'd  with  blood  ; 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

Seven  times  He  spoke,  seven  words  of  love ; 

And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men  ; 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied ; 

A  broken  heart  love's  cradle  is  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

O  Love  of  Cod,  O  sin  of  man. 

In  this  dread  act  your  strength  is  tried; 
And  victory  remains  with  love  ; 

For  He  our  Lord  is  crucified. 


94 


GOOD  FRIDA  Y. 

Passiox  Chorale.  7.G.7.6.  (D.) 


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O  Lord  of  life,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  bow'd  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded, 

With  thorns  Thine  only  crown  : 
O  loving  Lord,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  Thine  ! 
Yes,  though  despised,  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffer'd 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression. 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo,  here  I  fall  my  Saviour  ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor. 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 


The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  Thy  Body  broken, 

I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
O  Lord  of  life,  desiring. 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  Thy  Cross  expiring 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee ! 

Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

O  show  Thy  Cross  to  me  ! 
And  to  my  succour  flying 

Come  Lord,  and  set  me  free  ! 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move. 
For  he  who  dies  believing 

Dies  safely  through  Thy  love  !  Amen. 


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GOOD  FRIDA  V. 

Ot/i    St.  Francois  Xaviek.  CM.  Johk  Stainer,  M.  A.,Mus.  Doc. 


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My  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Methought  once  turn'd  His  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  His  Cross  I  stood. 

Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  His  death, 

Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 

I  saw  my  sins  His  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  Him  there. 

Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 

For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

A  second  look  He  gave  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 

I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

Thus,  while  His  death  my  sin  displays, 

In  all  its  blackest  hue — 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace — 

It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


96 


90. 


Unser  Hekscheb. 


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All  is  o'er, the  pain,  the  sorrow, 
Human  taunts  and  fiendish  spite  ; 

Death  shall  be  despoil'd  to-morrow 
Of  the  prey  he  grasps  to  night. 

Yet  once  more,  His  own  to  save, 

Christ  must  sleep  within  the  grave. 


Fierce  and  deadly  was  the  anguish 
On  the  bitter  Cross  He  bore  : 

How  did  soul  and  body  languish, 
Till  the  toil  of  death  was  o'er ! 

But  that  toil,  so  fierce  and  dread, 

Bruis'd  and  crushed  the  serpent's  head. 


Close  and  still  the  tomb  that  holds  him 
While  in  brief  repose  he  lies  ; 

Deep  the  slumber  that  enfolds  him, 
Veil'd  awhile  from  mortal  eyes  : 

Slumber  such  as  needs  must  be 

After  hard-won  victory. 


So  this  night,  with  voice  of  sadness, 
Chant  the  anthem  soft  and  low  ; 

Loftier  strains  of  praise  and  gladness 
From  to-morrow's  harps  shall  flow  : 

Death  and  hell  at  length  are  slain, 

Christ  hath  triumph'd,  Christ  doth  reign. 


97 


Cassel. 


EASTER  EVE. 

7.7.7.7.7.7, 


Gekmak  Melody. 


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Resting  from  His  work  to-day, 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay  ; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet, 
Shrouded  in  the  winding  sheet. 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene  ; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend  ; 
Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord, a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  jnire  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thou  may  ever  dwell. 

Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring. 

True  affection's  offering  ; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 

Of  the  busy  world  around  ; 

And  in  ])atient  watch  remain 

Till  my  Lord  appear  again.     Amen. 


EASTER  EVE. 


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I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetter'd  by  sin, 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb  ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom  ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise 
To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies  ; 


Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ; 


Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul ! 

Amen. 


99 


Easter  Hymk 


EASTER. 

FIRST  TUNE. 

7.7-7.7. 


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Jksus  Christ  is  risen  to-day,  Hallelujah! 

Our  triumphant  holy  day,  Hallelujah  ! 

Who  did  once  upon  the  Cross  Hallelujah  ! 

Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss  ;  Hallelujah  ! 

Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing  Hnllehijah  ! 

Unto  Christ  our  heavenly  King,  Hallelujah  ! 

Who  endured  the  Cross  and  grave,  Hallelujah  ! 

Sinners  to  redeem  and  save  ;  Hallelujah! 


But  the  pain  which  He  endured,  Hallelujah! 

Our  salvation  hath  procured  ;  Hallelujah  ! 

Now  above  the  sky  He's  king.  Hallelujah  ! 

Where  the  angels  ever  sing  Hallelujah! 

Sing  we  to  our  God  ahove  Hallelujah  ! 

Praise  eternal  as  His  love  ;  Hallelujah  ! 

Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host.  Hallelujah  ! 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ;  Hallelujah  I 


100 


Easter  Hymit, 


EASTER. 

SECOND  TUNE. 

7.7.7.7. 


WOEGAN. 


Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day,  Hallelujah ! 

Our  triumphant  holy  day,  Hallelujah  ! 

Who  did  once  upon  the  Cross  Hallelujah  ! 

Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss  ;  Hallelujah  ! 

Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing  Hallelujah ! 

Unto  Christ  our  heavenly  King,  Hallelujah  ! 

Who  endured  the  Cross  and  grave,  Hallelujah  ! 

Sinners  to  redeem  and  save  ;  Hallelujah ! 


But  the  pain  which  He  endured,  Hallelujah  ! 

Our  salvation  hath  procured  ;  Hallelujah  ! 

Now  above  the  sky  He's  king.  Hallelujah  ! 

Where  the  angels  ever  sing  Hallelujah ! 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above  Hallelujah ! 

Praise  eternal  as  His  love  ;  Hallelujah  ! 

Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host.  Hallelujah  1 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ;  Hallelujah  I 


101 


94. 


St.  Albixus. 


EASTER. 


7.8.7.8. 


Dr.  Gauntlett. 


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Jesus  lives  !  no  longer  now 

Can  thy  terrors,  Death,  appal  us  ; 

Jesus  lives  !  by  this  we  know 

Thou,  O  Grave,  canst  not  enthral  us. 
Alleluia ! 

Jesus  lives  !  henceforth  is  death 
But  the  gate  of  Life  immortal ; 

This  shall  calm  our  trembling  breath 
When  we  pass  its  gloomy  portal. 
Alleluia. 

Jesus  lives  !  for  us  He  died : 

Then,  alone  to  Jesus  living, 
Pure  in  heart  may  we  abide. 

Glory  to  our  Saviour  giving. 

Alleluia ! 

Jesus  lives !  our  hearts  know  well 

Naught  from  us  His  love  shall  sever; 

Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell 
Tear  us  from  His  keeping  ever. 
Alleluia ! 

Jesus  lives  !  to  Him  the  Throne 

Over  all  the  world  is  given : 
May  we  go  where  He  is  gone, 

Rest  and  reign  with  Him  in  Heaven. 

Alleluia !     Amen. 


102 


Bethlehem. 


EASTER. 

D.C.M. 


A1T02T. 


»    I    I    I    I    I     I    I    I    1    I      .1    i 


The  Son  of  God !  the  Lord  of  Life ! 

How  wondrous  are  His  ways  ! 
O  for  a  harp  of  thousand  strings, 

To  sound  abroad  His  praise ! 
How  passing  strange,  to  leave  the  seat 

Of  Heaven's  eternal  throne. 
And  hosts  of  ghtt'ring  Seraphim, 

For  guilty  man  alone ! 

And  did  He  bow  His  sacred  head, 

And  die  a  death  of  shame  ? 
Let  men  and  angels  magnify 

And  bless  His  holy  name  1 


O  let  us  live  in  peace  and  love, 
And  cast  away  our  pride, 

And  crucify  our  sins  afresh, 
As  He  was  crucified ! 


He  rose  again  ;   then  let  us  rise 

From  sin,  and  Christ  adore, 
And  dwell  in  peace  with  all  mankind. 

And  tempt  the  Lord  no  more  : 
The  Son  of  God !    the  Lord  of  Life ! 

How  wondrous  are  His  ways! 
O  for  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 

To  sound  abroad  His  praise  ! 

Amen. 


103 


EASTER. 


8.8.8.4. 


E.  J.  HOPKtNS. 


Morn's  roseate  hues  have  deck'd  the  sky ; 
The  Lord  has  risen  with  victory : 
Let  earth  be  glad,  and  raise  the  cry, 
Alleluia. 

The  Prince  of  I>ife  with  death  has  striven, 
To  cleanse  the  earth  His  Blood  has  given; 
Has  rent  the  veil,  and  open'd  heaven  : 
Alleluia. 

And    he,  the  wheat-corn,  sown  in  earth, 
Has  given  a  glorious  harvest-birth: 
Rejoice,  and  sing  with  holy  mirth, 
Alleluia. 

Our  bodies,  mouldering  to  decay, 
Are  sown  to  rise  to  heavenly  day; 
For  He  by  rising  burst  the  way : 
Alleluia. 

And  He,  dear  Lord,  that  with  Thee  dies 
And  fleshly  passion  crucifies, 
In  body,  like  to  Thine,  shall  rise: 
Alleluia. 

O  grant  us,  then,  with  Thee  to  die. 
To  spurn  earth's  fleeting  vanity, 
And  love  the  things  above  the  sky: 
Alleluia. 

Oh, praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Who  has  for  us  the  trium])h  won. 
And  Holy  Ghost, — the  Three  in  One : 

Alleluia.     Amen. 


104 


97. 


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Ye  choirs  of  new  Jerusalem, 

Your  sweetest  notes  employ, 
The  Paschal  victory  to  hymn 

In  strains  of  holy  joy. 

How  Judah's  Lion  burst  His  chains, 
And  bruised  the  serpent's  head ; 

And  cried  aloud,  through  death's  domains, 
To  wake  the  imprison'd  dead. 

Devouring  depths  of  hell  their  prey 

At  His  command  restore; 
His  ransom'd  hosts  pursue  their  way 

Where  Jesus  goes  before. 

Right  gloriously  He  triumphs  now  ; 

To  Him  all  power  is  given ; 
To  Him  in  one  communion  bow 

All  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 


And  we,  as  these  His  deeds  we  sing, 
His  soldiers.  Him  implore, 

Within  His  palace  bright  to  bring 
And  keep  us  evermore. 

All  glory  to  the  Father  be  ; 

All  glory  to  the  Son; 
All  glory.  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee  ; 
While  endless  ages  run.    Amen. 


105 


EASTER. 


Fraitconia. 


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"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !  " 
Then  is  His  work  perform'd; 

The  mighty  captive  now  is  freed, 
And  death,  our  foe,  disarm'd. 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !  " 
He  lives  to  die  no  more  ; 
He  lives  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 

"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !  " 
Then  hell  has  lost  His  prey ; 

With  Him  is  risen  the  ransom'd  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day, 

"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed!" 

Attending  angels  hear  ; 
Up  to  the  course  of  heaven,  with  speed, 

The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

Then  wake  your  golden  lyres. 
And  strike  each  cheerful  cord ; 

Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord.     Amen. 


100 


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Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay, 
And  hear  angelic  watchers  say, 

"  He  lives,  who  once  was  slain : 
Why  seek  the  living  'midst  the  dead  ? 
Remember  how  the  Saviour  said 

That  He  would  rise  again." 

O  joyful  sound,  O  glorious  hour. 
When  by  His  own  almighty  power 

He  rose,  and  left  the  grave ! 
Now  let  our  songs  His  triumph  tell, 
Who  burst  the  bands  of  death  and 
hell, 

And  ever  lives  to  save. 


The  First-begotten  of  the  dead, 
For  us  He  rose,  our  glorious  Head, 

Immortal  life  to  bring ; 
What  though  the  saints  like  Him  shall 

die. 
They  share  their  Leader's  victory, 

And  triumph  with  their  King. 

No  more  they  tremble  at  the  grave, 
For  Jesus  will  their  spirits  save, 

And  raise  their  slumb'ritig  dtxst. 
O  risen  Lord,  in  Thee  we  live. 
To  Thee  our  ransom'd  souls  we  give. 

To  Thee  our  bodies  trust.     Amen. 


107 


EASTER. 

6.6.4.6.6.6.4. 


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Jesus,  our  risen  King, 
Glory  to  Thee  we  sing, 

Praising  Thy  Name, 
Thy  love  and  grace  adore. 
Which  all  our  sorrows  bore, 
Crying  for  evermore 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

O  haste,  ye  ransom'd  race. 
For  all  His  gifts  of  grace 

To  praise  His  Name  : 
He  wondrous  things  hath  done, 
Triumph  o'er  death  hath  won, 
Heaven's  gate  open  thrown  : 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 
108 


Come,  all  ye  hosts  above. 
Mingle  one  song  of  love. 

Praising  His  name : 
To  Him  ascribed  be 
Honour  and  majesty 
Through  all  eternity : 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Praised  be  Thy  Name. 
Father,  Thy  love  we  bless ; 
Spirit  of  Holiness, 
Thee  we  praise  ;  and  confess 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb."     Amen. 


101. 


EASTER. 


■WlBTEMBURG. 


7.7.7.4. 


Geemait. 


"  Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day," 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  ; 
Raise  your  songs  of  triumph  high, 
Shout  ye  heavens  and  earth  reply. 

Alleluia ! 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won  : 
Jesus'  agony  is  o'er. 
Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 

Alleluia ! 

Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  Him  rise  ; 
Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 

Alleluia ! 

Lives  again  our  glorious  King ; 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 


Once  He  died  our  souls  to  save : 
Where  thy  victory,  O  Grave .'' 

Alleluia  ! 

Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise  ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

Alleluia ! 

What  though  once  we  perish 'd  all 
Partners  of  our  parents'  fall  ? 
Second  life  we  now  receive. 
When  in  Jesus  we  believe. 

Alleluia ! 

Hail  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven 
Praise  to  Thee  by  both  be  given  : 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now  : 
Hail  the  Resurrection  Thou !  Alleluia  ! 


109 


102 


EASTER. 


•  Church  Triumphant. 


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The  Saviour  lives,  no  more  to  die  ; 
He  lives,  the  Lord  enthroned  on  high  ; 
He  lives,  triumphant  o'er  the  grave ; 
He  lives,  eternally  to  save. 

He  lives,  to  still  His  people's  fears ; 
He  lives,  to  wipe  away  their  tears ; 
He  lives,  their  mansion  to  prepare ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  them  safely  there. 

Ye  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears  ; 
Dismiss  your  gloomy,  groundless  fears  ; 
And  let  your  hearts  with  this  revive, 
That  Jesus  Christ  is  yet  alive. 


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CULBACH. 


EASTER. 

1.1.1.1. 


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Easter  Day  is  here,  and  we 
To  our  Saviour  bow  the  knee  ; 
Easter  Day  with  joy  has  come 
To  the  tenants  of  the  tomb. 

Jesus  lives,  He  Hves  for  aye, 
Death's  dark  shadows  melt  away; 
Hell  hath  tried  the  Lord  to  hold  ; 
Hell  defeated  we  behold. 

Death  and  hell  and  shades  of  night, 
Cannot  hold  the  Lord  of  light ; 
Our  great  Captain  triumphs  well, 
He  hath  burst  the  bars  of  hell. 

Death  and  hell  are  desolate  ; 
Shattered  is  the  brazen  gate  ; 
Broken  are  the  bonds  of^death, 
For  our  Jesus  triumpheth. 

Come, ye  saints,  with  one  accord. 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  Lord  ; 
Bruised  is  the  serpent's  head ; 
Jesus  lives,  and  death  is  dead. 

Death  is  dead,  for  Jesus  lives  ; 
Light  of  life  to  all  He  gives ; 
Jesus  died  that  death  might  die ; 
Jesus  wins  the  victory. 


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104. 


EASTER. 


J.  W.  Elliott. 


AlI-Ei.uia  !    Alleluia!   Alleluia! 

The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done! 

The  victory  of  life  is  won  ; 

The  song  of  Iriumpli  has  begun,  Alleluia! 

The  powers  of  death  have  done  their  worst  ; 

But  Christ  their  legions  hath  dispersed  ; 

Let  shout  of  holy  joy  outburst.  Alleluia  ! 

Tlie  three  sad  days  are  quickly  sped  ; 

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All  glory  to  our  risen  Head  I 


Alleluia  I 


He  closed  the  yawning  gates  of  hell  ; 

The  bars  from  heaven's  hifih  jiortals  fell  : 

Let  hymns  of  jiraise  His  triumphs  tell  !     Alleluia! 

Lord,  by  the  stripes  which  wounded  Thee, 
From  death's  dread  stinp  Thy  servants  free. 
That  we  may  live,  and  smg  to  Thee,         Alleluia  I 


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Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise,  Alleluia ! 

To  His  Throne  above  the  skies  ;  Alleluia  ! 

Christ,  the  Lamb  for  sinners  given,  Alleluia ! 

Enters  now  the  highest  heaven.  Alleluia  ! 

There  for  Him  high  triumph  waits  ;  Alleluia 

Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ;  Alleluia 

He  hath  conquer'd  death  and  sin.  Alleluia 

Take  the  King  of  Glory  in.  Alleluia 

Lo !  the  heaven  its  Lord  receives.  Alleluia 

Yet  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves  ;  Alleluia 

Though  returning  to  His  Throne,  Alleluia 

Still  He  calls  mankind  His  ovra.  Alleluia 


See,  He  Jifts  His  hands  above  ;  Alleluia 

See,  He  shows  the  prints  of  love  ;  Alleluia 

Hark !   His  gracious  lips  bestow  Alleluia 

Blessings  on  His  Church  below.  Alleluia 

Still  for  us  He  intercedes.  Alleluia 

His  prevailing  death  He  pleads.  Alleluia 

Near  Himself  prepares  our  place,  Alleluia 

He  the  first-fruits  of  our  race.  Alleluia 

Lord,  though  parted  from  our  sight.  Alleluia  ! 

Far  above  the  starry  height,  Alleluia! 

Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise.  Alleluia  I 

Seeking  Thee  above  the  skies.  Alleluia  I 


113 


ASCENSION. 

AvO«  St.  PAxaicK's.  8.8.8.7.7.7.  Sir  E.  P.  Stevtart,  Mrs.  Doc. 

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Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  : 

Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 

See,  He  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 

Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

King  of  glory,  reign  forever  ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine  own ; 
Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  Thy  face. 

Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing; 

Bring,  oh,  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  cartii  shall  pass  away  ! 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 
"  Glor}^,  glory  to  our  King  !  " 


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ASCENSION. 


107. 


Hebkox. 


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Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
And  round  Thy  throne  unceasingly 

Tlie  songs  of  praise  arise. 
Rut  we  are  lingering  here 

With  sin  and  care  oppress'd  ; 
Lord  !  send  Thy  promised  Comforter, 

And  lead  us  to  Thy  rest ! 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  ; 

But  Thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  agony 

To  pass  unto  Thy  crown; 


And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 
Our  onward  course  must  be  ; 

But  only  let  that  path  of  tears 
Lead  us,  at  last,  to  Thee  ! 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  ; 

But  Thou  shalt  come  again 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  in  Thy  train. 
Oh  I  by  Thy  saving  power 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand,  in  that  dread  hour, 

At  Thy  right  hand  on  high  ! 


115 


ASCENSION. 


DlADEMATA 


D.S.M. 


Sir  George  J.  Elvet,  Mus.  Doc. 


A-men. 


II  I       i 


Crown  Him  with  many  crowns, 
The  Lamb  upon  His  throne  ; 

Hark,  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 
All  music  but  its  own  : 
With  His  most  precious  Blood 
From  sin  He  set  us  free  : 

We  hail  Him  as  our  matchless  King 
Through  all  eternity. 

Crown  Him,  the  Virgin's  Son, 

Tlie  God  Incarnate  born, 
Whose  arm  tluii^e  crimson  trophies  won, 

Which  now  his  brow  adorn  : 

Fruit  of  the  mystic  rose, 

As  of  that  rose  tlie  stem  ; 
The  root  whence  mercy  ever  flows, 

The  Babe  of  Bethlehem. 

Crown  Him,  the  Lord  of  T^ove  ; 
Behold  His  hands  and  side. 
Rich  wounds,  yet  visible  above, 
In  beauty  glorified  : 

110 


No  angel  in  the  sky 
Can  fully  bear  that  sight, 
But  downward  bends  his  burning  eye 
At  mysteries  so  bright. 

Crown  Him, the  Lord  of  Peace  ; 

Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways, 
From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 

And  all  be  prayer  and  praise  : 

His  reign  shall  know  no  end, 

And  round  His  pierced  feet 
Fair  flowers  of  Paradise  extend 

Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 

Crown  Him, tlie  Lord  of  years. 

The  I-'otontate  of  time. 
Creator  of  the  rolling  spheres, 

Ineffably  sublime  ; 

All  hail.  Redeemer,  hail! 

For  Thou  hast  died  for  me  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  never,  never  fail 

Throughout  eternity.    Amen. 


ASCENSION. 

P.M. 


t. L-L. 


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Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way : 
The  King,  the  King  of  glory  comes, 
Ascending  to  His  tlirone  to-day  ! 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? 
It  is  the  Lord  of  might. 
The  victor  in  the  fight, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  powers  of  night  ! 

Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ; 
Ye  gates  of  pearl  and  streets  of  gold  ; 
The  King,  the  King  of  glory  comes  ; 
Before  His  chariot-wheels  unfold  ! 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? 


Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? 
The  Lord  of  Hosts  is  He, 
The  God  of  Majesty, 
He  is  the  King  eternally  ! 

Now  with  the  Father  God  Most  High, 
And  with  the  spirit,  ever  one, 
The  angels  own  the  Christ,  the  King, 
And  bow  before  His  shining  throne. 
He  is  the  King  of  glory ! 
He  is  the  King  of  glory! 
Him  let  all  earth  adore  ; 
To  Him  our  praises  pour, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore  !     Amen. 


117 


no. 


CAPETOTVIf. 


ASCENSION. 

7.7.7.5. 


Germax. 


rail. 


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A-men. 


zssirszp 


Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might ! 
Of  mankind  the  Life  and  Light ! 
Maker,  Teacher  Infinite  ! 

Jesus  !  hear  and  save  ! 

Who,  when  sins  tremendous  doom 
Gave  creation  to  the  tomb, 
Didst  not  scorn  the  Virgin's  womb, 
Jesus  !  hear  and  save  ! 

Mighty  Monarch  !  Saviour  mild  ! 
Humbled  to  a  mortal  child, 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled, 

Jesus  !  hear  and  save! 

Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings, 

Jesus  !  hear  and  save! 

Who  shalt  yet  return  from  high, 
Robed  in  might  and  majesty, 
Hear  us,  help  us  when  we  cry  ! 

Jesus  !  hear  and  save  !     Amen. 


118 


111. 


ASCENSION. 


Belmont. 


CM. 


S.  "Webbe. 


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A-men. 

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Jesus  our  Hope,  our  heart's  desire, 

RedemiDtion's  only  spring, 
Creator  of  the  world  art  Thou, 

Its  Saviour  and  its  King. 

How  vast  the  mercy  and  the  love 
Which  laid  our  sins  on  Thee, 

And  led  Thee  to  a  cruel  death. 
To  set  Thy  people  free  ! 

But  now  the  bonds  of  death  are  burst, 
The  ransom  has  been  paid ; 

And  Thou  art  on  Thy  Father's  Throne, 
In  glorious  robes  array 'd. 


O  may  Thy  mighty  love  prevail 
Our  sinful  souls  to  spare  ! 

O  may  we  stand  around  Thy  Throne, 
And  see  Thy  glory  there  ! 

Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 
As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be  ; 

In  Thee  be  all  our  glory  now 
And  through  eternity. 

All  praise  to  Thee  who  dost  ascend 

Triumphantly  to  heaven ; 
All  praise  to  God  the  Father's  name 

And  Holy  Ghost  be  given.    Amen. 

119 


112. 


Rex  Gloria 


ASCENSION. 

8.7.8.7.  (D.) 


-«-+rP" 


^^S>-'0—&&- 


See  the  Conqvieror    mounts  in   triumph  ;    see  the 

King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  the  clouds  His  chariot  to   His  heavenly 

jialace  gate  ; 
Hark  !   the   choirs  of  angel   voices  joyful  Alleluias 

sing, 
And  the   portals   high  are   hfted   to   receive   their 

Heavenly  King. 

Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory,  with  the  trump  of 

)ul"loc  ? 
Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies,  He   has  gain'd  the 

victory! 
He  who  on  the  Cross  did  suffer,  He  who  from  the 

grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquish'd  sin  and  Satan,  He  by  death  has 

spoii'd  His  foes. 

While   He  raised  His  hands  in  blessing.  He  was 

parted  from  His  friends  ; 
While  their  eager  eyes  behold  Hini,  He   upon  the 

clouds  ascends. 

120 


He  who  walk'd  with  God  and  pleased  Him, 
preaching  truth  and  doom  to  come. 

He,  our  Enoch,  is  translated  to  His  everlasting 
home. 

Now  our  heavenly  Aaron  enters  with  His  blood 
within  the  veil  : 

Joshua  now  is  come  to  Canaan,  and  the  kings 
before  Him  quail  ; 

Now  He  pl.Tnts  the  tribes  of  Israel  in  their  prom- 
ised resting-iilace  : 

Now  our  great  Elijah  offers  doubls  portion  of  His 
grace. 

Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature  on  the  clouds 

to  God's  right  hand  ; 
There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places,  there  with  Thee 

in  glory  stand  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  Angels  ;  Man  with  God  is 

on  the  Throne  ; 
Mighty   Lord,    in  Thine   Ascension   we   by  faith 

behold  our  own.     Aioen. 


us. 


Veni  Creatoe. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 

L.M. 


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Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire  ; 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  seven-fold  gifts  impart. 

Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love  ; 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 
The  dulness  of  our  blinded  sight ; 

Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Keep  far  our  foes  ;  give  peace  at  home ; 
WhereThou  art  guide,  no  ill  can  come  ; 

Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both  to  be  but  One  : 
That,  through  the  ages  all  along, 
This  may  be  our  endless  song, 

"  Praise  to  Thy  eternal  merit, 

"  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Spirit !  "  Amen. 


121 


St.  George. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 

S.M. 


Dr.  Gauntlett. 


Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 

Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

Revive  our  drooping  faith. 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never  dying  love. 

Convince  us  of  our  sin, 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 

And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul. 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 

And  new-create  the  whole. 


Dwell  tlierefore  in  our  hearts, 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free; 

Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee  !     Amen. 


122 


115. 


St.  Peteh. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 

CM. 


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COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs  ; 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  : 
Hosannas  languish,  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 

Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  be 

In  this  poor  dying  state  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 

And  Thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickeningpowers, 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours.     Amen. 


123 


116. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 


D.S.M. 


E.  TOKE. 


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A  -  men. 


Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 

In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 

Descend  in  all  Tliy  power  : 
We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 

The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

Like  mighty  rushing  wind 
Upon  the  waves  beneath, 

Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul, one  feeling  breathe. 


The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  firCi 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away. 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 

Unto  the  perfect  day  ; 
Spirit  of  truth,  be  Thoo 

In  life  and  death  our  guide  ; 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 

May  we  be  sanctified.     Amena 


124 


117. 


St.  Cuthbeet. 


WHITSUNTIDE, 

86.84.  Eev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mrs.  Doc. 


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Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breath'd 

His  tender  last  farewell, 
A  guide,  a  comforter,  bequeath 'd 

With  us  to  dwell. 

He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious  willing  guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 

Wherein  to  rest. 

And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even. 
That  checks  each  thought, that  calms  each  fear 

And  speaks  of  heaven. 

And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  conquest  won. 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 

Are  His  alone. 

Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 

Our  weakness,  pitying,  see : 
O  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place. 

And  worthier  Thee. 

O  praise  the  Father ;  praise  the  Son ; 

Blest  Spirit,  praise  to  Thee  ; 
All  praise  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 

The  One  in  Three.     Amen. 


125 


WHITSUNTIDE. 


Charity 


J.  Stainer,  M.  a.  Mus.  Doc. 


Voices  in  Unison,      rail. 


l^'^'jEpSl 


Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost, 
Taught  by  Thee,  we  covet  most, 
Of  Thy  gifts  at  Penticost, 
Holy,  heavenly  love. 

Love  is  kind,  and  suffers  long; 
Love  is  meek, and  thinks  no  wrong; 
Love  than  death  itself  more  strong  : 
Give  us  heavenly  love. 

Prophecy  will  fade  away, 
Melting  in  the  light  of  day ; 
Love  will  ever  with  us  stay  : 
Give  us  heavenly  love. 

Faith  will  vanish  into  sight: 
Hope  be  emptied  in  delight ; 
Love  in  heaven  will  shine  more  bright ; 
Give  us  heavenly  love. 

Faith  and  hope  and  love  we  see 
Joining  hand  in  hand  agree  ; 
But  the  greatest  of  the  three, 
And  the  best,  is  love.    Amen. 


126 


119. 


Mount  Epheaim. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 

S.M. 


MiLGROVE. 


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The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  sinner,  come  : 
The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 

To  all  His  children,  come. 

Let  him  that  heareth,  say 

To  all  about  him,  come  : 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 

To  Christ  the  fountain,  come. 

Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  : 

'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

Lo,  Jesus,  who  irvyites, 

Declares,  I  quickly  come. 
Lord !  even  so ;  I  wait  thy  hour  : 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come.     Amen. 


127 


120. 


TersocENTS. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 

1.1.1.1. 


Anok. 


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Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove ; 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

Speak  Thy  pard'ning  grace  to  me  ; 
Let  the  burden'd  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God  ; 
Wash  me  in  His  precious  blood. 

Life  and  peace  to  mie  impart ; 
Seal  sah'ation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  Thyself  within  my  breast. 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray  ; 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine  : 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  Thine. 

Guard  me  round  on  every  side; 
Save  me  from  self-righteous  pride ; 
Me  with  Jesus'  mind  inspire  ; 
Melt  me  with  celestial  fire.     Amen. 


128 


121. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 


Weber. 


"Wbbeb. 


a=SS:H 


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gE^^EEgJi^ 


S^?^i"3: 


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:^-J-.trJ_-ib^_ 


^ — ' 1 \      I     1-1 — I — ^^R-i [— 


IL        I  I 


:?2: 


:=^=^=z2=tl 


-.S-  -iS-  -<s 


1=:^=^ 


:& 


1^2=^2: 


I 


Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ! 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day ! 

Let  me  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
Let  me  all  His  beauties  trace  ; 
Show  those  glorious  truths  to  me, 
Which  are  only  known  by  Thee. 

Holy  Ghost,  with  pow'r  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
In  Thy  mercy  pity  me  ; 
Set  me  from  my  bondage  free. 

Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine 
Cheer  this  sadden'd  heart  of  mine ; 
Yield  a  sacred  settled  peace  ; 
Let  it  grow  and  still  increase. 

Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  : 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne  ; 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone  ! 

See  !  to  Thee  I  yield  my  heart, 
Shed  Thy  life  through  every  part : 
Temple  pure  I  fain  would  be, 
Consecrated  unto  Thee.     Amen. 


129 


122. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 


Melcombe. 


L.M. 


^^--^= 


Old  Melody. 


^^^S^^l==l 


^_^ 


.A- 


:^ 


-^=?^ 


•P-P 


Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  Thou  our  guardian,  Thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  Thy  way  ; 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  Thee  may  ne'er  depart. 

Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  His  precepts  stray; 
Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God. 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  that  we  may  share 

Fulness  of  joy  forever  there  : 

Lead  us  to  God  our  final  rest, 

To  be  with  Him  for  ever  blest.     Amen. 


180 


WHITSUNTIDE. 

X<wOi  "Winchester,  Old.  CM. 


ESTES'PSALTER. 


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When  God  of  old  came  down  from  heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  He  came  ; 

Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

But  when  He  came  the  second  time. 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime 

Hover'd  His  holy  dove. 

The  fires  that  rush'd  on  Sinai  down. 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 

On  every  sainted  head. 

And  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 

The  voice  exceeding  loud, 
The  trump,  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 

Thrill'd  from  the  deep,  dark  cloud  ; 

So,  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 

A  rushing  mighty  wind. 

It  fills  the  Church  of  God  ;  it  fills 

The  sinful  world  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 

No  place  for  it  is  found. 

Come,  Lord,  come  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 

Open  our  ears  to  hear ; 
Let  us  not  miss  the  accepted  hour ; 

Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear.     Amen. 


131 


124. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 

"WrNCHESTEH,  NEW.  L.M. 


Ckasselius. 


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I      i     I 


I        I 


#=»g=g 


■c;y^~  !  I  I  1  1(111 


T2-^-- 


=^E^aE?E^^E^ 


Oh  !  for  that  flame  of  living  fire, 
Which  shone  so  bright  in  saints  of  old ; 
Which  bade  their  souls  to  heaven  aspire, 
Calm  in  distress,  in  danger  bold. 

Where  is  that  Spirit,  Lord,  which  dwelt 
In  Abra'am's  breast,  and  seal'd  him  Thine, 
Which  made  Paul's  heart  with  sorrow  melt, 
And  glow  with  energy  divine  ! 

That  Spirit  which,  from  age  to  age, 
Proclaim 'd  Thy  love  and  taught  Thy  ways, 
Brighten'd  Isaiah's  vivid  page. 
And  breath'd  in  David's  hallow'd  lays. 

Is  not  Thy  grace  as  mighty  now 
As  when  Elijah  felt  its  power, 
When  glory  beam'd  from  Moses'  brow, 
Or  Job  endured  the  trying  hour  ? 

Remember,  Lord,  the  ancient  days  ; 
Renew  Thy  work.  Thy  grace  restore  ; 
Warm  our  cold  hearts  to  prayer  and  praise, 
And  teach  us  how  to  love  Thee  more;     Amen. 


132 


125. 


TRINITY  SUNDA  Y. 


NlC^A. 


P.M. 


Eev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee  ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty ! 

God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy !  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the  glassy  sea, 

Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before  Thee, 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

Holy,  holy,  holy !  Though  the  darkness  hide  Thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory  may  not  see, 
Only  Thou  art  holy,  there  is  none  beside  Thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

Holy,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  name  in  earth  and  sky  and  sea ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty ! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 


1.33 


126. 


TRINITY  SUNDA  V. 


Saxctus. 


r.:M.  J.  W.  F.  Harkisoit. 

Lor  J  God  of  Hosts,  •when  Heav'n  and  Earth. 


irttijzz-^z: 


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Ho  -  ly  Ho  -  ly 


=1=: 


:;=c2: 


Ho 


ly     Thee     Otte    Je  -  ho  -  vah       ev  -   er  -  more. 
^//  Heaven's  tri  -  uiii  - phant  choir  shall  sing 


--^ 


EaEl^?i^i^^s^fei.??#E|E 


I      I    - — '     1        I        ■        i 
.^.^^:  jci..«L  ■^-5±  -^  A.  -^  .^. 


HoLY,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Hosts  ! 

When  heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness,  at  Thy  word, 

Issued  into  glorious  birth. 
All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood, 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good. 
While  they  sang,  with  one  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Fatlicr,  Son,  and  Spirit,  we, 

Dust  r  nd  ashes,  would  adore  ; 
134 


Lightly  by  the  world  esteem'd, 
From  that  world  by  Thee  redeem'd, 
Sing  we  here,  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy    Lord  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy!      All   heaven's  tri- 
umphant choir  shall  sing, 
When  the  ransom'd  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King: 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim. 
Hearts  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Round  the  throne  with  full  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord !     Amen. 


127. 


TRINITY  SUNDA  V. 


Chestbefield. 


P.M. 


MoEAYiAif  Melody. 


pm 


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t==z=:rT#p=f?=:^=:E2=^==^=E,^-^=zi=:i-=Sp=:ip: 


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Meet  and  right  it  is  to  sing, 

In  every  time  and  place, 
Glory  to  our  heavenly  King, 

The  God  of  truth  and  grace : 
Join  we  then  in  sweet  accord, 

Yea,  all  in  one  thanksgiving  join : 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord, 

Eternal  praise  be  Thine. 

Thee  the  first-born  sons  of  light, 

In  choral  symphonies, 
Praise  by  day  that  knows  no  night, 

And  never,  never  cease ; 
Angels  and  archangels  all 

Extol  the  mystic  Three  in  One, 
Sing  loud  or  silent  fall, 

O'erwhelm'd  before  Thy  throne. 

Father,  Thy  great  love  we  bless. 

Which  gave  Thy  Son  to  die  ; 
Jesus,  King  of  righteousness. 

Alike  we  glorify ; 
Spirit,  Comforter  divine, 

Praise  by  all  to  Thee  be  given, 
Till  in  chorus  full  we  join, 

And  earth  is  turn'd  to  heaven. 


135 


128. 


St.  Thomas. 


TRINITY  SUNDAY. 

8.7.8.7.8.7. 

-\ — 


V.  NOTELLO. 


2^=^: 


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I  |gg— I 1 ^ 1 — p=^-C_-| 1— []- 


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Tfl 

■^ — - 
1-^      '        ' 


Holy  Father,  great  Creator, 

Source  of  Mercy,  Love,  and  Peace, 

Look  upon  the  Mediator, 

Clothe  us  with  His  righteousness  ; 
Heavenly  Father, 

Through  the  Saviour  hear  and  bless. 

Holy  Jesus,  Lord  of  glory, 

Whom  angelic  hosts  proclaim. 

While  we  hear  Thy  wondrous  story, 
Meet  and  worship  in  Thy  name, 
Dear  Redeemer, 

In  our  hearts  Thy  peace  proclaim. 

Holy  Spirit,  Sanctifier, 

Come  with  unction  from  above. 
Raise  our  hearts  to  raptures  higher. 

Fill  them  with  the  Saviour's  love  ! 
Source  of  comfort. 
Cheer  us  with  the  Saviour's  love. 

God  the  Lord,  through  every  nation 
Let  Thy  wondrous  mercies  shine  ! 

In  the  song  of  Thy  salvation 

Every  tongue  and  race  combine  ! 
Great  Jehovah, 

Form  our  hearts  and  make  them  Thine. 


Amen. 


1.36 


129. 


Capetown*-. 


TRINITY  SUNDAY. 

7.7.1.5. 


Gbemait. 


i 


F^E^E^ 


;.-s^: 


z^: 


:^=^: 


:gil±:p=^ 


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Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Ruler  of  the  earth  and  sea, 
Hear  us,  while  we  lift  to  Thee 
Holy  chant  and  psalm. 

Light  of  Lights  !  with  morning,  shine  : 
Lift  on  us  Thy  light  divine  ; 
And  let  charity  benign 

Breathe  on  us  her  balm. 

Light  of  Lights !  when  falls  the  even, 
Let  it  close  on  sins  forgiven ; 
Fold  us  in  the  peace  of  heaven, 
Shed  a  holy  calm. 

Three  in  One  and  One  in  Three, 
Dimly  here  we  worship  Thee  ; 
With  the  saints  hereafter  we 

Hope  to  bear  the  palm.     Amen. 


137 


TRINITY  SUNDAY. 

i*-<^Vi  Christ  Church.  P.M. 


C.  Steggall,  Mus.  Doc. 


We  give  immortal  praise 

To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above  ; 
He  sent  His  own  eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  man  had  done. 

To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  bought  us  with  His  blood 
From  everlasting  woe ; 
And  now  He  lives,  and  now  He  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  His  pains. 

To  God  the  Spirit's  name 

Immortal  Worship  give. 
Whose  new-creating  power 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live  ; 
His  work  completes  the  great  design. 
And  tills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

Almighty  God,  to  Thee 

]5e  endless  honors  done  ; 
The  undivided  Three, 

And  the  mysterious  One  I 
Where  reason  fails  with  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails,  and  love  adores. 


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131. 


TRINITY  SUNDA  Y. 


MOSCOTV. 


6.6.4.6.6.6.4. 


GlABDINI. 


Thou,  whose  Almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight ; 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray; 
And  where  the  gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

Let  there  be  light ! 

Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind. 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light ! 


Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight ! 
Move  on  the  water's  face 
Bearing  the  Lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  hght ! 

Holy  and  blessed  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  earth,  far  and  wide, 

Let  there  be  light.     Amen. 

130 


132. 


TRINITY  SUNDA  Y. 


Sacra  TRiinTAs. 


8.6.8.6.8.8.S.8. 


J.  W.  r.  Harbisos-. 


Most  High  and  Holy  Trinity! 

Who  of  Thy  mercy  mild 

Hast  form'd  me  here  in  time,  to  be 

Thy  image  and  Thy  child  : 

Oh  let  me  love  Thee  day  and  night 

With  all  my  soul,  with  all  my  might  : 

Oh  come.  Thyself  my  soul  prepare, 

And  make  Thy  dwelling  ever  there  I 

Father!  replenish  with  Thy  grace 
This  longing  heart  of  mine. 
Make  it  Thy  quiet  dwelling-place, 
Thy  sacred  inmost  shrine  ! 
Forgive  that  oft  my  Spirit  wears 
Her  time  and  strength  in  trivial  cares, 
Enfold  her  in  Thy  changeless  peace 
So  she  from  all  but  Thee  may  cease. 

140 


O  God  the  Son  !Thy  wisdom's  light 
On  my  dark  reason  pour  ; 
Forgive  that  things  of  sense  and  sight, 
Were  all  her  joy  of  yore  ; 
Henceforth  let  eveiy  thought  and  deed 
On  Thee  be  fixed,  from  Thee  proceed. 
Draw  me  to  Thee,  for  I  would  rise 
Above  these  earthly  vanities  ! 

O  Holy  Ghost !  Thou  fire  of  love, 

Enkindle  with  Thy  flame  my  will  ; 

Come  with  Thy  strength,  Lord,  from  .tbove, 

Help  me  Thy  bidding  to  fulfil  : 

Forgive  that  I  so  oft  have  done 

What  I,  as  sinful,  ought  to  shun  ; 

Let  me  with  pure  and  quenchless  fire 

Thy  favour  and  Thyself  desire.     Amen. 


133. 


St.  Flavian. 


TRINITY  SUNDA  Y. 

CM. 


Anon. 


Have  mercy  on  us,  God  Most  High, 

Who  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee, 
Have  mercy  on  us, worms  of  earth, 

Most  Holy  Trinity. 

Most  ancient  of  all  mysteries  ! 

Before  Thy  Throne  we  lie  ; 
Have  mercy  now,  most  merciful, 

Most  Holy  Trinity. 

When  heaven  and  earth  were  yet  unmade, 

When  time  was  yet  unknown, 
Thou,  in  Thy  bliss  of  majesty, 

Didst  live  and  love  alone. 

How  wonderful  creation  is, 

The  work  that  Thou  didst  bless ; 

And, oh,  what  then  must  Thou  be  like, 
Eternal  loveliness  ! 

Most  ancient  of  all  mysteries  ! 

Low  at  Thy  Throne  we  lie  ; 
Have  mercy  now,  most  merciful, 

Most  Holy  Trinity.     Amen. 


141 


XOtI«  Collipriest. 

— 1-1 — I — I — ( 


THE  LORDS  DAY, 


6.6.6.6.8.8 
+ 


W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  Bac 


'     '  I  1 

: — L^i^zgzzzzc^znz 

:^z:p2zrzezpz:=t 

_Lj 1 1 1 1 LL_ 


Awake,  ye  saints,  awake  ! 

And  hail  this  sacred  day ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 

Your  joyful  homage  pay  : 
Come  bless  the  day  that  God  hath  blest, 
The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 


On  this  auspicious  morn 

The  Lord  of  life  arose  ; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquish'd  all  our  foes  ; 
And  now  He  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruit  of  all  His  love. 


All  hail  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 
And  earth  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign  ! 

Amen. 


142 


135. 


THE  LORDS  DA  Y. 


Pkuen. 


Rev.  Sib  F.  A.  G.  Ouseley. 


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Ere  another  Sabbath's  close, 
Ere  again  we  seek  repose, 
Lord  our  song  ascends  to  Thee  ; 
At  Thy  feet  we  bow  the  knee. 

For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way. 
Thanks  to  Thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth,  and  King  of  Heaven  ! 

Cold  our  services  have  been ; 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin  ; 
But  Thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive  ; 
By  Thy  grace  alone  we  live  ! 

Whilst  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  Thy  love  our  footsteps  lead  ! 
When  our  journey  here  is  past. 
May  we  rest  with  Thee  at  last ! 

Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above  ; 
While  their  steps  Thy  pilgrims  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end  !     Amen. 


143 


136. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 


Bremkn. 


Bach. 


szt^nSt^rete' 


H.^^ 


Great  God,  this  sacred  day  of  Thine 
Demands  our  soul's  collected  powers  ; 
May  we  employ  in  work  divine 
These  solemn,  these  devoted  hours  1 
O  may  our  souls,  adoring,  own 
The  grace  which  calls  us  to  Thy  throne  I 

Hence,  ye  vain  cares  and  trifles,  fly, 
Where  God  resides,  appear  no  more; 
Omniscient  God,  Thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore  : 
O  may  Thy  grace  our  hearts  refine, 
And  fix  our  thoughts  on  things  divine  I 

The  word  of  life  dispens'd  to-day, 
Invites  us  to  the  heav'nly  feast ; 
May  every  ear  the  call  obey, 
Be  every  heart  a  humble  guest ; 
O  bid  the  wretched  sons  of  need 
On  soul-reviving  dainties  feed  I 

Thy  Spirit's  powerful  aid  impart ; 
O  may  Thy  word,  with  life  divine, 
Engage  the  car,  and  warm  the  heart ; 
Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  Thine; 
Then  shall  our  souls,  adoring, own 
The  grace  which  calls  us  to  Thy  throne. 


144 


137. 


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THE  LORDS  DAY. 

7.6.  (D.) 


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O  Day  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright ; 
On  Thee,  the  high  and  lowly 

Before  the  eternal  throne 
Sing,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 

To  God  the  Three  in  One. 

On  Thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 
On  Thee  for  our  salvation 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 
On  Thee  our  Lord  victorious 

The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven  ; 
And  thus  on  Thee  most  glorious 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

Thou  art  a  cooling  fountain, 
In  life's  dry,  dreary  sand  ; 

From  Thee,  like  Pisgah's  mountain, 
We  view  our  promised  land  ; 


A  day  of  sweet  refection, 

A  day  of  holy  love, 
A  day  of  resurrection 

From  earth  to  things  above- 
To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heav'nly  manna  falls  ; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls  ; 
Where  Gospel-light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  Rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest  ; 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father,  and  to  Son  ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  Thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 


Amen. 
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138. 


Leioh. 


THE  LORDS  DAY. 


L.M. 


Reinagle. 


Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 

Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest : 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 


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Then  shall  I  see  and  hear  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below, 
And  every  pow'r  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy  !     Amen. 


139. 


Langtok. 


THE  LORDS  DAY. 

S.M.  Adapted  by  C.  Streatfield. 


Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes ! 

The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  His  saints  to-day ; 

Here  may  we  rest  and  see  Him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

One  day,  amid  the  place 

Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 

Within  the  tents  of  sin. 

My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  wait  until  I'm  call'd  away. 

To  everlasting  bliss.     Amen. 


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140. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 

Holy  Trinity.  CM. 


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This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  His  own  ; 

Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

To-day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  His  triumphs  spread, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring 

Salvation  from  Thy  throne. 

Bless 'd  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes,  in  God  His  father's  name, 

To  save  our  sinful  race. 


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Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 

The  highest  heav'ns  in  which  He  reigns 
Shall  give  him  noble  praise 


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THE  LORD'S  DAY. 

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This  is  the  day  of  light : 
Let  there  be  light  to-day ; 
O  Day-spring,  rise  upon  our  night, 
And  chase  its  gloom  away. 

This  is  the  day  of  rest : 
Our  faihng  strength  renew  ; 
On  weary  brain  and  troubled  breast 
Shed  Thou  Thy  freshening  dew. 

This  is  the  day  of  peace  : 
Thy  peace  our  spirits  fill ; 
Bid  Thou  the  blasts  of  discord  cease, 
The  waves  of  strife  be  still. 

This  is  the  day  of  prayer  : 

Let  earth  to  heaven  draw  near  ; 

Lift  up  our  hearts  to  seek  Thee  there ; 
Come  down  to  meet  us  here. 

This  is  the  first  of  days : 
Send  forth  Thy  quickening  breath. 
And  wake  dead  souls  to  love  and  praise, 
O  Vanquisher  of  death  !     Amen. 


149 


142. 


Vespers. 


THE  LORD'S  DA  Y. 

L.M. 


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Lord  of  the  Sabbath  !  hear  our  vows, 
On  this  Thy  day,  in  this  Thy  house  ; 
And  own  as  grateful  sacrifice 
The  songs  which  from  the  desert  rise. 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  labouring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress  ; 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

O  long-expected  day,  begin  ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin ! 

Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 

And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God !     Amen. 


160 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 


De.  Elvey. 


On  each  return  of  holy  rest, 

The  day  my  heav'nly  Father  blest, 

O  let  my  happy  portion  be 

T©  find  supreme  delight  in  Thee, 

In  Thee,  my  God,  in  Thee  ! 

These  precious  hours  I  would  improve 

In  fervent  prayer,  in  sacred  love  ; 

From  earth's  polluting  pleasures  free. 

To  find  my  every  joy  in  Thee  ; 

In  Thee,  my  God,  in  Thee  ! 

When,  humbly  kneeling  at  Thy  throne, 

With  deep  distress  my  guilt  I  own, 

Then  let  my  contrite  Spirit  see 

Enough  of  pard'ning  grace  in  Thee  ; 

In  Thee,  my  God,  in  Thee! 

When  in  Thy  temple  I  adore, 

And  truth's  unfathom'd  mines  explore  ; 

Or  trembling  praise  the  One  in  Three 

Fresh  glories  let  me  view  in  Thee ; 

In  Thee,  my  God,  in  Thee  ! 

Thus  on  each  day  of  holy  rest. 

May  I  with  heavenly  joy  be  blest, 

And,  in  a  bright  eternity, 

Have  my  undying  bliss  in  Thee  ; 

In  Thee,  my  God,  in  Thee  ! 


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144. 


THE  LORDS  DAY. 


Covert. 


CM. 


Dr.  Haynie. 


A-men. 


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Blest  day  of  God  !  most  calm,  most  bright, 

The  first,  the  best  of  days  ; 
The  labourer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 

The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine ; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise, 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 

Beyond  all  other  days. 

The  first-friiits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  they  the  day  of  Christ  who  love, 

A  happy  week  shall  find. 

This  day  I  must  with  God  appear; 

For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Thine  ; 
Help  me  to  spend  it  in  Thy  fear, 

And  thus  to  make  it  mine.      Amen. 


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145. 


EMBER   DAYS. 


ElSEXACH. 


L.M. 


Bach. 


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Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 

Lord,  Thine  assembled  servants  bless  ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  Thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

Within  Thy  temple  when  we  stand 
To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  Thee, 

Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  right  hand 
The  angels  of  the  churches  be  ! 

Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 
Firmness,  with  meekness  from  above, 

To  bear  Thy  people  on  our  heart, 
And  love  the  souls  whom  Thou  dost  love  : 

To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint. 
By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep, 

To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint. 

Nourish  Thy  lambs,  and  feed  Thy  sheep  : 

Then,  when  our  work  is  finish'd  here, 
In  humble  hope  our  charge  resign  ! 

When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 

O  God  !  may  they  and  we  be  Thine  !     Amen. 


163 


146. 


EMBER  DAYS. 


L.M. 


Mendelssohit. 


O  Thou  who  makest  souls  to  shine 
With  light  from  lighter  worlds  above, 
And  droppest  glist'ning  dew  divine 
On  all  who  seek  a  Saviour's  love  ; 

Do  Thou  Thy  benediction  give 
On  all  who  teach,  on  all  who  learn, 
That  so  Thy  Church  may  holier  live, 
And  every  lamp  more  brightly  burn. 

Give  those  who  teach  pure  hearts  and  wise, 
Faith,  hope  and  love,  all  warm'd  by  prayer; 
Themselves  first  training  for  the  skies. 
They  best  will  raise  their  people  there. 

Give  those  who  learn  the  willing  ear. 
The  spirit  meek,  the  guileless  mind ; 
Such  gifts  will  make  the  lowliest  here 
Far  better  than  a  kingdom  find. 

O  bless  the  shepherd  ;  bless  the  sheep; 
That  guide  and  guided  both  be  one. 
One  in  the  faithful  watch  they  keep, 
Until  this  hurrying  life  be  done. 

If  thus,  good  Lord,  Thy  grace  be  given, 
In  Thee  to  live,  in  Thee  to  die, 
Before  we  upward  pass  to  heaven 
We  taste  our  immortality. 


164 


147. 


EMBER   DAYS. 


Easteb. 


S.M. 


A.  King. 


Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  words, 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 

Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  Name. 

Watch  !  'tis  your  Lord's  command  ; 
And  while  we  speak,  He's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

Oh,  happy  servant  he. 
In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honour  crown'd. 

Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread 
With  His  own  Royal  hand  ; 
And  raise  that  faithful  servant's  head 
Amid  the  angelic  band.     Amen. 


165 


148. 


EMBER  DAYS. 


Bentlet. 


7.6.  D. 


J.  HtriiiiAH. 


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Lord  of  the  living  harvest 

That  whitens  o'er  the  plain, 
Where  angels  soon  shall  gather 

Their  sheaves  of  golden  grain  ; 
Accept  these  hands  to  labour, 

These  hearts  to  trust  and  love, 
And  deign  with  them  to  hasten 

Thy  kingdom  from  above. 


As  labourers  in  Thy  vineyard 

Still  faithful  may  we  be, 
Content  to  Ijear  the  burden 

Of  weary  days  for  Thee  ; 
AVe  ask  no  other  wages. 

When  Thou  shah  call  us  home. 
But  to  have  shared  the  travail 

Which  makes  Thy  kingdom  come. 


Come  down,  Thou  Holy  Spirit, 

And  fill  our  souls  with  light, 
Clothe  us  in  spotless  raiment, 

In  vesture  clean  and  white  ; 
Within  Thy  sacred  temple 

Be  with  us,  wlien  we  stand, 
And  sanctify  Thy  people 

Throughout  this  happy  land. 


How  happily  the  working  days 

In  this  dear  service  fly  I 
How  rapidly  the  closing  hour, 

The  time  of  rest,  draws  nigh  ; 
When  all  the  faithful  gather  home, 

A  joyful  company  ! 
And  ever  where  the  Master  is 

Shall  His  blest  servants  be  I 


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149  •  Napoli.  L.M. 


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Bow  down  Thine  ear,  Almighty  Lord, 
And  hear  Thy  Church's  suppHant  cry 
For  all  who  preach  Thy  saving  word, 
And  wait  upon  Thy  ministry. 

In  mercy,  Father,  now  give  heed, 
And  pour  Thy  quick' ning  Spirit's  breath 
On  those  whom  Thou  hath  call'd  to  feed 
Thy  flock  redeem'd  by  Jesus'  death. 

O  Saviour,  from  Thy  pierced  hand 
Shed  o'er  them  all  Thy  gifts  divine ; 
That  those  who  in  Thy  presence  stand 
May  do  Thy  will  with  love  like  Thine. 

Blest  Spirit,  in  their  hearts  abide. 
And  give  them  grace  to  watch  and  pray ; 
That  as  they  seek  Thy  flock  to  guide. 
Themselves  may  keep  the  narrow  way. 

O  God,  Thy  strength  and  mercy  send 
To  shield  them  in  their  strife  with  sin ; 
Grant  them,  enduring  to  the  end,    * 
The  crown  of  life  at  last  to  win.     Amen. 


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150. 


Bridehead. 


EMBER    DAYS. 

P.M. 


Teottb. 


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Lord  of  the  Church,  we  humbly  pray 
For  those  who  guide  us  in  Thy  way, 

And  speak  Thy  holy  word  ; 
With  love  divine  their  hearts  inspire, 
And  touch  their  lips  with  hallow'd  fire, 

And  needful  grace  afford. 

Help  them  to  preach  the  truth  of  God, 
Redemption  through  the  Saviour's  blood; 

Nor  let  the  Spirit  cease 
On  all  the  Church  His  gifts  to  shower, 
To  them  a  messenger  of  power. 

To  us  of  life  and  peace. 

So  may  they  live  to  Thee  alone, 

Then  hear  the  welcome  word — "  Well  done," 

And  take  their  crown  above  ; 
Enter  into  their  Master's  joy. 
And  all  eternity  employ 

In  praise,  and  bliss,  and  love. 


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Alstoite. 


EMBER  DA  YS. 

L.M. 


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Go,  labour  on :  spend  and  be  spent, 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will  ; 

It  is  the  way  the  Master  went : 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

Go,  labour  on ;  though  poor  thy  lot, 
Thine  earthly  loss  is  heav'nly  gain  ; 

Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not ; 
The  Master  praises  ;  what  are  men  ? 

Go,  labour  on :  thy  hands  are  weak, 

Thy  knees  are  faint ;  thy  soul  cast  down ; 

Yet  falter  not ;  the  prize  we  seek 
Is  near, — a  Icingdom  and  a  crown. 

Go,  labour  on :  while  it  is  day ; 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on  | 
Speed,  speed  thy  work  ;  cast  sloth  away ; 

It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

Men  die  in  darkness  at    thy  side, 
Without  a  hope  to  cheer  the  tomb ; 

Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide, 
The  torch  that  lights  time's  thickest  gloom. 

Toil  on  and  faint  not,  watch  and  pray ; 

Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win ; 
Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway, 

Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in. 

Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice ; 

For  work  comes  rest,  for  exile  home ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice ; 

The  midnight  peal,  "  Behold,  I  come." 

Amen. 


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152. 


EMBER  DA  YS. 


P.M. 


J.  "W.  F.  Habrison. 


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Sow  ye  beside  ail  waters, 

Wliere  the  dew  of  heaven  may  fall  : 

Ye  shall  reap  if  ye  be  not  weary, 

For  the  Spirit  breathes  e'er  all. 

Sow,  though  the  thorn  may  wound  thee, 

(One  wore  the  thorn  for  thee) 

And  though  the  cold  world  scorn  thee 

Patient  and  hopeful  be- 

Sow  ye  beside  all  waters. 

With  a  blessing  and  a  prayer  ; 

Name  Him  whose  hands  uphold  thee. 

And  sow  ye  everywhere. 

Sow  where  the  sunlight  sheddeth 

Its  warm  and  cheering  ray, 

For  the  rain  of  heaven  descendeth 

When  the  sunbeams  pass  away. 


Sow  when  the  tempest  lowers. 
For  calmer  days  may  break  ; 
And  the  seed,in  darkness  nourish'd, 
A  goodly  plant  may  make. 
Sow  when  the  morning  breaketh 
In  beauty  o'er  the  land  ; 
And  when  the  evening  falleth 
Withhold  not    thou    thine  hand. 

Work  while  the  daylight  lasteth, 
Ere  the  shades  of  night  come  on, 
Ere  the  Lord  of  the  vineyard  cometh, 
And  the  labourer's  work  is  done. 
Watch  not  the  clouds  above  thee, 
I.et  the  wild  winds  round  thee  sweep  { 
God   may  the  seed-time  give  thee, 
But  another  hand  may  reap.     Amen. 


N.  B. — In  the  2nd  3rd  and  4th  verses  alterations  in  the  division  of  words  are  necessary  at  bars  2,  4, 
6,  10,  12,  14,  and  15.  They  are  not  indicated, as  it  would  tend  to  confuse  the  tune,and  the  chances  re- 
quired will  be  readily  observed  in  reading  the  words  of  the  hymn. — Eds. 

160 


153. 


St.  Gregory. 


ROGATION  DAYS. 

L.M. 


German  Tune. 


Father  of  mercies,  bow  Thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer : 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  Thee ; 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their  charge  ! 
Do  Thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge  : 
Their  best  acquirements  are  our  gain ; 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

Clothe,  then,  with  energy  divine 
Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be  Thine ; 
To  them  Thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed, 
Teach  them  Thy  chosen  flock  to  feed ; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain — 
Souls  that  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound; 
In  humble  strains  Thy  grace  implore. 
And  feel  Thy  new-creating  power. 

Let  sinners  break  their  massy  chains, 
Distressed  souls  forget  their  pains  ; 
Let  light  through  distant  realms  be  spread, 
And  Sion  rear  her  drooping  head.     Amen. 


161 


154. 


Jordan. 


ROGATION  DAYS. 

S.M. 


A21ON. 


How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

Who  stand  on  Sion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

How  charming  is  their  voice  : 
How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 

"  Sion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

How  happy  are  our  ears. 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound. 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 


How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light  ! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God.  Amen. 


16; 


155. 


St.  Hugh. 


ROGATION  DAYS. 

MONDAY. 

CM. 


E.  J.  Hopkhts. 


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Lord,  in  Thy  Name  Thy  servants  plead, 
And  Thou  hast  sworn  to  hear; 

Thine  is  the  harvest,  Thine  the  seed, 
The  spring  and  falling  year. 

Our  hope,  when  autumn  winds  blew  wild. 

We  trusted.  Lord,  with  Thee : 
And  still,  now  spring  has  on  us  smil'd, 

We  wait  on  Thy  decree. 

The  former  and  the  latter  rain, 

The  summer  sun  and  air, 
The  green  ear,  and  the  golden  grain. 

All  Thine  are  ours  by  prayer. 

Thine  too  by  right,  and  ours  by  grace, 

The  wondrous  growth  unseen, 
The  hopes  that  soothe,  the  fears  that  brace, 

The  love  that  shines  serene.    • 

Grant  us  Thy  blessings  so  to  use 

Here,  in  the  world  below, 
That  Thee  in  Thy  new  heaven  and  earth 

We  never  may  forego. 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore. 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now. 

And  shall  be  evermore.     Amen. 


163 


ROGATION  DAYS. 


Langton. 


Adapted  bt  C.  Stbeatfibld. 


Father,  we  humbly  pray 

To  Thee  in  whom  we  live  ; 
Our  countless  sins,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

Forgive,  O  Lord,  fotgive. 

We  have  unthankful  been 

For  all  Thy  tender  care  : 
Thine  indignation  we  deserve  ; 

But  spare,  O  Father,  spare. 

The  creatures  of  Thy  hand 

Made  for  Thy  glory  are  ; 
But  we  Thy  creatures  have  abused  ; 

Spare  us,  O  Father,  spare. 

From  plague  and  pestilence, 

From  famine,  fire,  and  sword, 
From  storm  and  flood,  from  dearth  and  drought, 

Deliver  us,  O  Lord.     Amen. 


164 


157. 


Chaeitas. 


ROGATION  DAYS. 

WEDNESDAY. 
8.7.8.7.  (D.) 


Kev.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


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Father,  blessing  every  seed-time, 

And  refreshing  all  the  soil, 
Ripening  the  gracious  harvest 

For  which  all  Thy  servants  toil : 
O  thou  Source  of  every  blessing 

Shower'd  daily  from  above. 
Hearken  to  our  lips  confessing 

Our  thanksgiving  for  Thy  love. 

With  Thy  dews  and  sunshine  tend  us, 

Through  life's  long  and  changeful  year, 
From  the  enemy  defend  us. 

Lest  the  tares  of  sin  appear. 
Let  Thine  eye  and  hand  the  keepers 

Of  our  souls  forever  be, 
Till  Thine  angel  harvest-reapers 

Sheaves  of  glory  bind  for  Thee.     Amen. 


1G5 


158. 


ST.  ANDREW. 


GOTHA. 


H-  R.  H.  THE  Prince  Consort. 


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Jesus  calls  us  o'er  the  tumult 
Of  the  world's  wild  restless  sea  ; 

Day  by  day  His  sweet  voice  soundeth, 
Saying,  "  Christians,  follow  me." 

Jesus  calls  us  from  the  worship 
Of  the  vain  world's  golden  store, 

From  each  idol  that  would  keep  us, 
Saymg,  "  Christian,  love  me  more." 

In  our  joys  and  in  our  sorrows. 
Days  of  toil  and  hours  of  ease. 

Still  He  calls,  in  cares  and  pleasures, 
"Christian,  love  me  more  than  these." 

Jesus  calls  us  ;  by  Thy  mercies. 
Saviour,  may  we  hear  Thy  call, 

Give  our  hearts  to  Thy  obedience, 

Serve  and  love  Thee  best  of  all.     Amen, 


166 


159. 


St.  FLAYIAIf. 


ST.  THOMAS. 

CM. 


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O  Thou,  who  didst  with  love  untold 
Thy  doubting  servant  chide  ; 

Bidding  the  eye  of  sense  behold 
Thy  wounded  hands  and  side. 

Grant  us,  like  him,  with  heartfelt  awe, 
To  own  Thee  God  and  Lord, 

And  from  this  hour  of  darkness  draw 
Faith  in  the  Incarnate  Word. 

And  while  that  wondrous  record  now 

Of  unbelief  we  hear, 
Oh  !  let  us,  Lord,  the  lowlier  bow 

In  self-distrusting  fear : 

And  grant  that  we  may  never  dare 
Thy  loving  heart  to  grieve  ; 

But  at  the  last  their  blessing  share 
Who  see  not,  yet  believe. 

Our  Lord  and  God,  eternal  Son, 

To  Thee  all  glory  be. 
With  Father,  Spirit,  Three  in  one, 

Through  all  eternity.     Amen. 


167 


H.  J.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  Doo. 


SAINTS'  DAY.— ST.  STEPHEN. 

AOVi  Protomabtyr. 
Joj/u/fy. 


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Head  of  the  Church  truimphant, 
We  joyfully  adore  Thee  ; 
Till  Thou  appear, 
Thy  members  here 
Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory. 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 
With  blest  anticipation, 
And  cry  aloud, 
And  give  to  God 
The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

Thou  dost  conduct  Thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation  j 
Nor  will  we  fear, 
While  Thou  art  near, 
The  fire  of  tribulation  : 


1G8 


The  world  with  sin  and  Satan, 
In  vain  our  march  opposes  : 
By  Thee  we  shall 
Break  through  them  all, 
Ere  death  our  conflict  closes. 

By  faith  we  see  the  glory 
To  which  Thou  shalt  restore  us  ; 

The  world  despise 

For  that  high  prize 
Which  Thou  hast  set  before  us  ; 
Antl  if  Thou  count  us  worthy, 
We  each  as  dying  Stephen, 

Shall  see  Thee  stand 

At  God's  right  hand. 
To  take  us  up  to  heaven.     Amen. 


ST.  JOHN  THE  EVANGELIST. 

XDXi  St.  Stephen.  CM. 


Rev.  Wm.  Jones. 


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The  life  which  God's  Incarnate  Word 

Lived  here  below  with  men, 
Three  blest  Evangelists  record 

With  heaven-inspired  pen : 

John  soars  on  high  beyond  the  three, 
To  God  the  Father's  Throne  ; 

And  shows  in  what  deep  mystery 
The  Word  with  God  is  One. 

Upon  the  Saviour's  loving  breast 

Invited  to  recline, 
'T  was  thence  he  drew  in  moments  blest, 

Rich  stores  of  truth  Divine. 

There  too  with  that  angelic  love 

Did  He  his  bosom  fill, 
Which,  once  enkindled  from  above, 

Breathes  in   his  pages  still. 

Jesus,  the  Virgin's  Holy  Son, 

We  praise  Thee  and  adore, 
Who  art  with  God  the  Father  One, 

And  Spirit  evermore. 


169 


162. 


Wareham. 


HOL  Y  INNOCENTS. 

L.M. 


"W.  Rn'App. 


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O  Lord,  the  Holy  Innocents 

Laid  down  for  Thee  their  infant  life, 

And  martyrs  brave  and  patient  saints 
Have  stood  for  Thee  in  fire  and  strife. 

We  wear  the  cross  they  wore  of  old, 

Our  lips  have  leam'd  like  vows  to  make ; 

We  need  not  die  ;  we  cannot  fight; 
What  may  we  do  for  Jesus'  sake  ? 

O  day  by  day  each  Christian  child 
Has  much  to  do,  without,  within ; 

A  death  to  die  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  weary  war  to  wage  with  sin. 

When  deep  within  our  swelling  hearts, 
The  tlioughts  of  pride  and  anger  rise, 

When  bitter  words  are  on  our  tongues, 
And  tears  of  passion  in  our  eyes  ; 

Then  we  may  stay  the  angry  blow, 
Then  we  may  check  the  hasty  word, 

Give  gentle  answers  back  again, 
And  figh  t  a  battle  for  our  Lord. 


170 


163. 


St.  Helena. 


IIOL  V  INNOCENTS. 

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Glory  to  Thee,  O  Lord, 
Who,  from  this  world  of  sin, 
By  cruel  Herod's  ruthless  sword 
Those  precious  ones  didst  win. 

Glory  to  Thee  for  all 
The  ransom'd  infant  band. 
Who  since  that  hour  have  heard  Thy  call. 
And  reach'd  the  quiet  land. 

O,    that  our  hearts  within, 
Like  theirs  were  pure  and  bright ; 
O,    that  as  free  from  deeds  of  sin, 
We  shrank  not  from  Thy  sight. 

Lord,  help  us  every  hour 
Thy  cleansing  grace  to  claim  ; 
In  life  to  glorify  Thy  power, 
In  death  to  praise  Thy  name.     Amen, 


171 


164. 


CONVERSION  OF  ST.  PAUL. 


7.6.  D. 


John  Staineb  M.  A.  Mrs.  Doo. 


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We  sing  the  glorious  conquest 

Before  Damascus'  gate, 
When  Saul,  the  Church's  spoiler, 

Came  breathing  threats  aiKl  hate. 
The  ravening  wulf  rush'd  forward 

Full  early  to  the  prey  ; 
But  lo  I  the  Shepherd  met  him, 

And  bound  him  fast  to-day ! 

Oh,  Glory  most  excelling 

That  smote  across  his  path  I 
Oh,  light  that  pierced  and  blinded 

The  zealot  in  his  wrath? 
Oh,  voice  that  spake  within  him 

The  calm  reproving  word  ! 
Oh,  love  that  sought  and  held  him 

The  bondman  of  his  Lord  I 

172 


O  wisdom,  ordering  all  things 

In  order  strong  and  sweet, 
What  nobler  spoil  was  ever 

Cast  at  the  Victor's  feet  ? 
What  wifer  master-builder 

E'er  wrought  at  Thine  employ, 
Than  he,  till  now  so  furious 

Thy  building  to  destroy? 

Lord,  teach  Thy  Church  the  lesson, 

Still  in  her  darkest  hour 
Of  weakness  and  of  danger 

To  trust  Thy  hidden  power  : 
Thy  grace  by  ways  mysterious 

The  wrath  of  man  can  bind, 
And  in  Thy  boldest  foeman 

Thy  chosen  saint  can  find  t        Amen. 


PRESENTATION  OF  CHRIST  IN  THE  TEMPLE.'' 

XOlJl  Babmberg. 


8.7.8.7.8.7. 


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In  His  temple  now  behold  Him, 
See  the  long-expected  Lord  ! 

Ancient  prophets  had  foretold  Him ; 
God  hath  now  fulfill'd  His  word. 

Now  to  praise  Him  His  redeemed 
Shall  break  forth  with  one  accord. 


In  the  arms  of  her  who  bore  Him, 
Virgin  pure,  behold  Him  lie, 

While  His  aged  saints  adore  Him, 
Ere  in  perfect  faith  they  die : 

Alleluia!  Alleluia! 

Lo,  the  Incarnate  God  Most  High. 

Jesus  by  Thy  presentation, 

Thou  who  didst  for  us  endure, 

Make  us  see  Thy  great  salvation. 
Seal  us  with  Thy  promise  sure; 

And  present  us  in  Thy  glory 

To  Thy  Father  cleansed  and  pure. 

Prince  and  author  of  salvation. 
Be  Thy  boundless  love  our  theme  ! 

Jesus,  praise  to  Thee  be  given 
By  the  world  Thou  didst  redeem, 

With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 
Lord  of  majesty  supreme  !     Amen. 


♦  Commonly  called  "  Purification  of  the  Blessed  Virgin  Mary." 


173 


166. 


Sherbornt:. 


ST.  MATTHIAS. 

7's  6  lilies. 


W.  H.  Monk. 


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A-men 


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Bishop  of  the  souls  of  men, 

When  the  foeman's  step  is  nigh, 

When  the  wolf  lays  wait  by  night 
For  the  lambs    continually, 

Watch,  O  Lord,  about  us  keep, 

Guard  us,  Shepherd  of  the  sheep. 

When  the  hireling  flees  away. 
Caring  only  for  his  gold, 

And  the  gate  unguarded  stands 
At  the  entrance  to  the  fold. 

Stand,  O  Lord,  Thy  flock  before. 

Thou  the  Guardian,  Thou  the  Door. 


Lord,  whose  guiding  finger  ruled 

In  the  casting  of  the  lot. 
That  Thy  Church  might  fill  the  post 

Of  the  lost  Iscariot, 
In  all  trouble  ever  thus 
Stand,  good  Master,  nigh  to  us. 

When  the  saints  their  order  take 

In  the  New  Jerusalem, 
And  Matthias  stands  elect, 

Give  us  part  and  lot  with  him, 
Where  in  Thine  own  dwelling-place 
We  may  see  Thee  face  to  face.  Amen. 


174 


ANNUNCIATION  OF  THE  BLESSED   VIRGIN  MARY. 

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Praise  we  the  Lord  this  day, 

This  day  so  long  foretold, 
Whose  promise  shone  with  cheering  ray 

On  waiting  saints  of  old. 

The  prophet  gave  the  sign 

For  faithful  men  to  read  j 
A  virgin  born  of  David's  line, 

Shall  bear  the  promised  seed. 

Ask  not  how  this  should  be. 

But  worshijD  and  adore, 
Like  her  whom  Heaven's  majesty 

Came  down  to  shadow  o'er. 

Meekly  she  bow'd  her  head 

To  hear  the  gracious  word, 
Mary,  the  pure  and  lowly  maid, 

The  favour'd  of  the  Lord. 

Blessed  shall  be  her  name 

In  all  the  Church  on  earth, 
Through  whom  that  wondrous  mercy  came, 

The  incarnate  Saviour's  birth.     Amen. 


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168. 


ST.  MARK. 


Lakcashire. 


7.6.  D. 


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From  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare,  for  all  Thy  saints  at  rest, 
To  Thee,  O  blessed  Jesus,  all  praises  be  address'd, 
Thou,  Lord,  didst  win  the  battle,  that  they  might  conquerors  be ; 
Their  crowns  of  livii^  glory  are  lit  with  rays  from  Thee. 

For  him,  O  Lord,  we  praise  Thee,  the  weak  by  grace  made  strong, 
Whose  labours  and  whose  Gospel  enrich  our  triumph-song. 
May  we  in  all  our  weakness  find  strength  from  Thee  supplied, 
And  all,  as  fruitful  branches,  in  Thee,  the  Vine,  abide. 

Praise,  Lord,  for  him  wliose  Gospel  Thy  human  life  declared, 
Who,  worldly  gains  forsaking.  Thy  path  of  suffering  shared. 
From  all  unrigliteous  mammon.  O  give  us  hearts  set  free, 
That  we,  whate'er  our  calling,  may  rise  and  follow  Thee. 

Then  praise  we  God  the  Father,  and  praise  we  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  Eternal  Three  in  One; 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  number  fall  down  before  the  throne, 
And  honor,  power  and  glory,  ascribe  to  God  alone.    Amen. 


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ST.  PHILIP  AND  ST.  JAMES. 

Avt/«  Sunrise.  8.6.8.8.6.  H.  E.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  Doc. 


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"The  Father  shew  vis,  gracious  Lord, 

And  we  contented  rest ! " 
Too  bold  the  prayer,  too  rash  the  word ; 
'Twas  Philip's  hasty  voice  was  heard, 

From  his  too  ardent  breast. 

To  gain  that  glimpse,  tho'  ne'er  so  faint, 

To  mortal  were  to  die  : 
Oh  !  how  could  sinner  ;  how  could  saint, 
Or  how  could  angel  free  from  taint, 

Endure  that  dazzling  eye  ? 

Yet,  Lord,  we  could  the  Father  see. 
Could  see  Him  beaming  bright. 

If  we  would  only  look  to  Thee, 

To  set  the  gloomy  spirit  free 
From  mists  that  cloud  its  sight. 

Thou  art  the  way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  ; 

To  us  the  Father  give  ; 
To  Him  conduct  us  thro'  the  strife, 
To  Him  who  stands  with  mercy  rife, 

That  we  may  see  and  live. 

So  bring  us  all,  released  from  care. 

To  tread  the  heavenly  floor 
With  Thy  own  martyr'd  servant  there, 
And  blessed  Philip,  sainted  pair, 

To  see  Thee  evermore. 


177 


X/Ui  Manoah. 


ST.  BARNABAS. 

CM. 


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O  Loving  Saviour,  who  art  touch'd 
With  human  cares  and  throes, 

What  brother  stands  so  close  as  Thou 
To  soothe  a  brother's  woes  ? 

A  "  Son  of  Thunder,"  Thou  canst  raise, 

And  gifts  of  fire  impart, 
A  "  Son  of  consolation  "  send 

To  cheer  the  drooping  heart. 

The  chosen  Barnabas  appears, 
Unawed  by  death  or  shame, 

And  Christians  at  his  stirring  sounds, 
First  hear  their  Saviour's  name. 

Yet  pity  moves  His  melting  breast, 

It  trembles  in  His  voice  ; 
He  loves  to  weep  with  them  that  weep, 

To  joy  when  they  rejoice. 

O  !  grant  us,  tender  Lord,  to  learn, 

If  we  would  still  be  Thine, 
That  zeal  is  worthless,  if  unwarm'd 

By  sympathy  divine. 


178 


57:  JOHN  THE  BAPTIST. 


Daewall's  148th, 


6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4. 


J.  Dabwali,. 


Lo  !  from  the  desert  homes, 

Where  he  hath  sojourn'd  long, 
The  new  Elias  comes, 

In  sternest  wisdom  strong  ; 
The  voice  that  cries 
Of  Christ  from  high, 
And  judgment  nigh 
From  opening  skies. 

Your  God  e'en  now  doth  stand 
At  heaven's  unfolding  door  ; 
His  fan  is  in  His  hand. 

And  He  will  purge  His  floor ; 
The  wheat  He  claims, 
And  with  Him  stows  ; 
The  chaff  He  throws 
To  quenchless  flames. 

Ye  haughty  mountains,  bow 
Your  sky-aspiring  heads ; 
Ye  valleys,  hiding  low, 

Lift  up  your  gentle  meads ; 
The  way  make  plain 
Your  King  before ; 
For  ever  more 
He  comes  to  reiarn.     Amen. 


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172. 


Christ  Chuech. 


ST.  PETER. 

6.6.6.6.8.8. 


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"  Thou  art  the  Christ,  O  Lord, 
The  Son  of  God  Most  High  !  " 
For  ever  be  ador'd 
That  name  in  earth  and  sky, 
In  which,  though  mortal  strength  may  fail, 
The  Saints  of  God  at  last  prevail ! 

Oh,  surely  he  was  blest 
With  blessedness  unpriced. 
Who,  tauc^ht  of  God,  confess'd 
The  Godhead  in  the  Christ ! 
For  of  Thy  Church.  Lord,  Thou  didst  own 
Thy  Saint  a  true  foundation-stone. 

Thrice  was  he  put  to  shame, 
Thrice  did  the  dauntless  fall ; 
lint  oh,  that  look  that  came 


From  out  the  judgment-hall ! 
Itpierc'd  and  broke  the  spell-bound  heart, 
And  foil'd  the  tempter's  sifting  art ! 

Thrice  fallen — ^thrice  restor'd ! 

The  bitter  lesson  learnt, 

That  heart  for  Thee,  O  Lord, 

With  triple  ardour  burnt. 
The  cross  he  took  he  laid  not  down 
Until  he  grasp'd  the  martyr's  crown! 

Oh,  bright  triumphant  faith! 

Oh,  courage  void  of  fears ! 

Oh,  love  most  strong  in  death  I 

Oh,  penitential  tears  ! 
By  these.  Lord,  keep  us  lest  we  fall, 
And  make    us  go  where  Thou  shalt  call. 

Amen. 


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ST.  JAMES  THE  APOSTLE. 

X  /  tJ  t    Eisenach.  L.M. 


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We  praise  Thy  name,  O  Lord  Most  high, 
Redeemer  of  our  souls  from  death, 

And  all  Thy  mercies  magnify, 

In  making  known  Thy  saving  faith. 

Thou  didst  the  humble  fisher  call, 

Beside  the  shores  of  Galilee ; 
At  Thy  command  he  gave  up  all, 

And  left  his  nets  to  follow  Thee. 

O  happy  choice,  for  earthly  toil 

The  strife  to  rescue  souls  from  sin  : 

For  treasures  that  may  rust  and  spoil, 
The  crown  of  heavenly  life  to  win. 

O  favour'd  one,  who,  ere  he  knew 
The  sharpness  of  the  coming  Cross, 

Of  Thy  bright  beauty  caught  the  view 
That  turns  to  gain  all  earthly  loss. 

Thy  promise  is  fulfill'd  and  he 
Dares  in  Thy  painful  steps  to  go  ; 

To  drink  Thy  cup  of  agony. 

And  drain  the  bitter  dregs  of  woe. 

Grant,  Lord,  that  hope  of  seeing  Thee 
In  bliss  mav  us  with  courage  nerve. 

The  world  and  all  its  pomp  to  flee. 

Our  Cross  to  bear,  and  Thee  to  serve.  Amen. 


181 


174. 


ST.  BARTHOLOMEW. 


8.7.  (D.) 


J.  E.  KowB. 


Org.Ped.-^ ^  111  II 


King  of  Saints  to  Whom  tlie  number 

Of  Tiiy  starry  host  is  known, 
Many  a  name,  by  man  forgotten. 

Lives  for  ever  round  Thy  Throne  : 
Lights  which  earth-born  mists  have  darken' d, 

There  are  shining  full  and  clear 
Princes  in  the  court  of  heaven,— 

Nameless,  unrenieniber'd,  here. 

In  the  roll  of  Thine  Apostles 

One  there  stands,  Bartholomew, 
He  for  whom  to-day  we  offer, 

Year  by  year,  our  praises  due  ; 
How  he  toil'd  for  Thee  and  suffer'd 

None  on  earth  can  now  record  ; 
All  his  saintly  life  is  hidden 

In  the  knowledge  of  his  Lord, 

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Was  it  he,  beneath  the  fig-tree 

Seen  of  Thee  and  guileless  found  ; 
He  who  saw  the  good  he  longed  for 

Rise  from  Nazareth's  barren  ground  ; 
He  who  met  his  risen  Master 

On  the  shores  of  Galilee  : 
He  to  whom  the  Word  was  spoken, 

"  Greater  things  thou  yet  shall  see  ?  " 

None  can  tell  us  ;  all  is  written 

In  the  Lamb's  great  book  of  life — 
All  the  faith,  and  prayer,  and  patience, 

All  the  toiling  and  the  strife  ; 
There  are  told  Thy  hidden  treasures  : 

Number  us,  O  Lord,  with  them, 
When  Thou  makest  up  the  jewels 

Of  Thy  living  diadem  !     Amen. 


ST.  MATTHEW. 


Lo,  sea  and  land  their  gifts  outpour, 
A  tribute  from  their  richest  store, 

To  He  at  Levi's  feet. 
But  Tliou,  in  passing,  gracious  Lord, 
Didst  see  his  danger,  speak  Thy  Word  ; 
That  Word  for  him  how  meet! 
"  Come,  follow  Me  !  " 
To  follow  Thee 
He  quits  his  wealthy  seat. 

But  we  are  still  in  fetters  bound  ; 

Earth's  wealth  and  pleasures  twine  around 

Our  hearts  all  dead  and  cold  : 
Unyielding  to  the  cries  of  grace. 
With  wills  too  weak  to  seek  Thy  face, 
Fast  tied  in  Satan's  hold- 

"  Come  follow  Me  !" 
Ah !  how  are  we 
To  burst  the  chains  of  gold  ? 


Yet,  roused  by  Thine  Almighty  voice, 
Good  Lord,  we  rise,  and  we  rejoice  ; 

We  fling  the  dross  away. 
No  diamond  sparkles  in  the  light, 
Nought  ever  shines  so  fair  and  bright 
As  Thy  celestial  ray. 

"  Come,  follow  me  !" 
We  fly  to  Thee, 
O  living  Star  of  day  ! 

Thou  liadst  not  where  to  lay  Thine  head, 
When  Matthew,  by  Thy  mercy  led. 

Sought  Thee  to  be  his  guest ; 
But  we,  O  Lord,  of  Thee  have  need  ; 
On  Thy  rich  bounty  we  must  feed, 
And  lean  upon  Thy  breast. 
"Then  follow  Me !" 
We  cling  to  Thee, 
Our  riches,  and  our  rest.     Amen. 

183 


ST.  MICHAEL  AND  ALL  ANGELS. 

17  O I     LUBECK.  7.7.7.7. 


Gebmaij-. 


Praise  to  God  Who  reigns  above, 
Binding  earth  and  heaven  in  love  ; 
All  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Worship  His  dread  sovereignty. 

Seraphim  His  praises  sing, 
Cherubim  on  fourfold  wing, 
Thrones,  Dominions,  Princes,  Powers, 
Hosts  in  heaven's  embattled  towers. 


Angel  hosts  His  words  fulfil, 
Ruling  nature  by  His  will : 
Round  His  throne  archangels  pour 
Songs  of  praise  for  evermore. 

Yet  on  man  they  joy  to  wait, 
All  that  bright  celestial  state. 
For  true  Man  their  Lord  they  see, 
Christ,  the  incarnate  Deity. 

On  the  throne  their  Lord  who  died 
Sits  in  Manhood  glorified. 
Where  His  people  faint  below 
Angels  count  it  joy  to  go. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ! 

Glory  as  of  old,  to  Thee, 

Now,  and  evermore  shall  be  !     Amen. 


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ST.  LUKE. 


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O  Jesus,  O  Redeemer, 

Physician  of  the  soul ! 
Receive,  receive  Thy  people, 

And  cleanse  and  make  them  whole. 
For  health,  for  strength,  for  healing, 

The  stream  is  never  dry, 
Whose  fountain-head  flows  ceaseless 

From  holy  Calvary. 


O  Lamb  of  God,  O  Jesus, 

Upon  the  altar  slain, 
The  blood  of  Thine  atonement 

Shall  purge  our  guilty  stain  : 
Not  now  in  type  and  figure 

Of  bull    or  heifer  seen, 
The  blood  of  the  Redeemer 

Shall  sprinkle  the  unclean. 


The  guests  await  the  summonSj 

Their  robes  are  white  and  fair, 
Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  Jesus 

From  sin  and  from  despair  ; 
And  He  the  great  All-healer, 

His  wine  and  oil  shall  pour 
Upon  their  wounds,  and  bear  them 

From  trouble  evermore. 


The  banquet-hall  is  ready, 

The  banquet-hall  of  Christ  : 
He  calls  the  loved  physician, 

the  blest  Evangelist  ; 
The  marriage  feast  awaits  him, 

The  joy  of  his  reward  ; 
Receive"  then,  faithful  servant. 

The  wages  of  thy  Lord.    Amen. 


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178. 


ST.  SIMON  AND  ST.  JUDE. 


8.7.  (D.) 


Hekkt  Smart. 


Saints  of  God  whom  faith  united 

In  the  twelve  Apostles'  band  : 
Who  for  Christ  in  pain  delighted, 

Seeking  place  at  Christ's  right  hand  ; 
Ye  had  many  a  bitter  trial, 

Ye  were  scorn'd  and  set  at  nought  ; 
Fearing  nothing  but  denial 

Of  the  Lord  for  whom  ye  fought. 

Call'd  on  earth  to  different  stations 

In  the  battle  of  the  Lord, 
Ye  endur'd  thrdiigh  tribulations, 

Faith  your  shield,  and  Truth  your  sword 
Far  apart,  through  toil  and  peril, 

Pass'd  ye  onward  to  your  rest : 
In  the  streets   of  gold  and  beryl 

Ve  together  shall  be  blest- 
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Leaves  of  Autumn  tell  tlie  story 

How  our  lives  must  also  pass, 
And  how  this  world's  pomp  and  glory 

Fadeth  like  the  Summer  grass  ; 
Earthly  joys  are  vain  and  luiUow, 

Earthly  hopes  but  poor  at  best  : 
Christ's  true  martyrs  we  would  follow 

In  your  steps  and  gain  our  rest. 

Him  whose  love  mankind  created, 

Him,  who  came  for  man  to  bleed. 
Him,  who  hath  regenerated 

Us  and  all  His  chosen  seed  ; 
We,  as  we  arc  onward  pjessiug 

To  His  glorious  home  on  high. 
With  His  saints  and  .U4,eis  blessing, 

Now  and  ever  magnify.     Amen. 


179. 


All  Saints. 


ALL  SAINTS. 

D.  0.  M. 


H.  S.  CUTLBR. 


III  III 


The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 

A  kingly  crown  to  gain, 
Hi?  blood-red  banner  streams  afar  ; 

Who  follows  in  Histrain  ? 

Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears'  his  cross  below, 

He  follows  in  His  train. 

The  Martyr  first  whose  eagle  eye 
Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave, 

Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky. 
And  called  on  Him  to  save. 

Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue. 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong  ; 

W  ho  follows  in  his  train  ? 


A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came, 
Those  valiant  saints,  their  hopes  they  knew, 

And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame. 

They  met  the  tyrant's  brandish'd  steel. 

The  lion's  gory  mane, 
They  bow'd  their  necks,  the  death  to  feel  ; 

Who  follows  in  their  train  ? 

A  noble  army,  men  and  boys, 

The  matron  and  the  maid, 
Around  the  Saviour's  throne  rejoice, 

In  robes  of  light  array'd. 

They  climb'd  the  steep  ascent  of  heav'n 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain  ; 
O  God,  to  us  may  grace  be  given 

To  follow  in  their  train.    Amen. 

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SUBBET. 


ALL  SAINTS. 


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The  saints  of  God !     Their  conflict  past, 
And  life's  long  battle  won  at  last, 
No  more  they  need  the  shield  or  sword. 
They  cast  them  down  before  their  Lord  : — 
O  happy  saints  !  for  ever  blest, 
At  Jesus'  feet  how  safe  your  rest ! 

The  saints  of  God  !  their  wanderings  done. 
No  more  their  weary  course  they  run, 
No  more  they  faint,  no  more  they  fall, 
No  foes  oppress,  no  fears  appal : — 
O  happy  saints  !  forever  blest. 
In  that  dear  home  how  sweet  your  rest  1 

The  saints  of  God  !     Life's  voyage  o'er 
Safe  landed  on  that  blissful  shore. 
No  stormy  tempests  now  they  dread, 


No  roaring  billows  lift  their  head: — 
O  happy  saints  !  forever  blest, 
In  that  calm  haven  of  your  rest ! 

The  saints  of  God  their  vigil  keep 
While  yet  their  mortal  bodies  sleep. 
Till  from  the  dust  they  too  shall  rise 
And  soar  triumphant  to  the  skies : 
O  happy  saints  1  rejoice  and  sing, 
He  quickly  comes,  3'our  Lord  and  King  ! 

O  God  of  saints  !  to  Thee  we  cry, 
O  Saviour  !  plead  for  us  on  high  ; 
O  Holy  Ghost  !  our  Guide  and  Friend, 
Grant  us  Thy  grace  till  life  shall  end ; 
That  with  all  saints  our  rest  may  be 
In  that  bright  paradise  with  Thee  I 

Amen. 


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181. 


Trotte. 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

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FoK  all  the  saints,  who  from  their  labors  rest, 
Who  Thee  by  faith  before  the  world  confess'd, 
Thy  name,  O  Jesus,  be  forever  bless'd. 


Alleluia. 


Thou  wast  their  rock,  their  fortress,  and  their  might ; 
Thou,  Lord,  their  Captain  in  the  well-fought  fight ; 
Thou,  in  the  darkness  drear,  the  Light  of  hght. 

Alleluia, 


O  may  Thy  soldiers,  faithful,  true  and  bold, 
Fight  as  the  saints  who  nobly  fought  of  old. 
And  win,  with  them,  the  victor's  crown  of  gold. 


Alleluia. 


O  blest  communion,  fellowship  divine  ! 
We  feebly  struggle,  they  in  glory  shine  ; 
Yet  all  are  one  in  Thee,  for  all  are  thine. 


Alleluia. 


And  when  the  strife  is  fierce,  the  warfare  long. 
Steals  on  the  ear  the  distant  triumph-song. 
And  hearts  are  brave  again,  and  arms  are  strong. 

The  golden  evening  brightens  in  the  west ; 
Soon,  soon  to  faithful  warriors  comes  the  rest ; 
Sweet  is  the  calm  of  paradise  the  bless'd. 

But  lo  !  there  breaks  a  yet  more  glorious  day  ; 
The  saints  triumphant  rise  in  bright  array  ; 
The  King  of  Glory  passes  on  His  way. 

Alleluia. 
From  earth's  wide  bounds,  from  ocean's  farthest  coast, 
Through  gates  of  pearl  streams  in  the  countless  host, 
Singing  to  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Alleluia. 


Alleluia, 


Alleluia. 


189 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

D.L.M. 


Meyer  Lutz. 


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One  is  the  family  of  love, 

In  earth  below  and  heaven  above, 

Part  waging  battle  sharp  and  sore, 

And  part  at  rest  for  evermore. 

The  Church  on  earth  has  still  to  fighc 

Against  the  devil  and  his  might  ; 

The  Church  in  heaven  with  war  has  done, 

Yet  these  two  Churclics  are  but  one. 

For  they  who  love  their  Saviour  here, 
And  die  in  God's  true  faith  and  fear, 
Shall  join  the  glorious  Church  on  high, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  eternally; 

IDO 


Where  shineth  everlasting  day, 

And  sin  and  sorrow  flee  away. 

Where  no  more  tears  can  come,  nor  pain 

And  with  their  God  in  bliss  they  reign. 

We  praise  Thee,  Lord,  for  those  Thy  grace 
Has  brought  unto  that  blessed  place  ; 
(Ml  teach  us  so  to  live,  that  we 
May  follow  them,  as  tliey  did  Thee. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  (Jhost, 
From  men  and  from  the  heavenly  host, 
]?e  honour,  glorv,  blessing,  praise, 
Henceforth  through  never-ending  days. 

Amen. 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

loOt  Belmont.  CM. 


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Let  saints  on  earth  in  concert  sing 
With  those  whose  work  is  done  ; 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 
One  Church,  above,  beneath  : 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  His  command  we  bow  ; 

Part  of  the  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

E'en  now  to  their  eternal  home 
There  pass  some  spirits  blest ; 

While  others  to  the  margin  come, 
Waiting  their  call  to  rest. 

Jesu,  be  Thou  our  constant  guide. 
Then,  when  the  word  is  given. 

Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide 
And  bring  us  safe  to  heaven. 


191 


184. 


WlXCHESTEE,  Ne-W. 


THE  CHURCH. 

L.M. 


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Triumphant  Sion  !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead  : 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  ; 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world    thy  glories  shall  confess. 

No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade. 
And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  prayer, 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair : 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


192 


THE  CHURCH. 


Mount  Ephkaim. 


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I  LOVE  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  Thine  abode, 

The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 

I  love  Thy  thurch,  O  God! 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

For  her  my  tears  shall  fall. 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 

Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

Jesus,  thou  friend  divine. 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 

And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


193 


186. 


AUEELIA. 


THE  CHURCH. 

7.6.7.6.  (D) 


Dk.  S.  S.  Wesley. 


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The  Church's  one  foundation 

Is  Jesus  Christ  her  Lord  ; 
She  is  His  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  Word  : 
From  heaven  He  came  and  sought  her 

To  be  His  lioly  Bride  : 
With  liis  own  Blood  He  bought  her, 

And  for  her  life  He  died. 

Elect  from  every  nation. 

Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Her  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  Faith,  one  Birth  : 
One  Holy  name  she  blesses. 

Partakes  one  holy  food, 
And  to  one  hope  she  presses 

With  every  grace  endued. 

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Mid  toil  and  trl!)ulation, 

And  tumult  of  her  war 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  for  evermore  ; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest, 
And  the  grc:it  church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  church  at  rest. 

Yet  she  on  earth  has  union 

With  God  the  Three  in  One  ; 
Ami  mystic  sweet  communion 

With  those  whose  rest  is  won. 
Oil,  happy  saints  and  holy  ! 

Lord,  give  us  grace  that  we 
Like  them,  the  meek  and  lowly, 

On  high  may  dwell  with  Thee !   Amen. 


187. 


AusTEiAK  Hymn, 


THE  CHURCH. 

8.7.  D, 


Hatdn. 


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Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 
He  whose  word  can  not  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  His  own  abode  : 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  mayst  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

See  the  streams  of  living  waters. 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage ; 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord  the  giver. 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 


Round  each  habitation  hovering. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering  ; 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna, 

Which  He  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  mernber  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  Thy  name  : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure. 

All  his  boasted  ponip  and  show  ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion'  s  childrgn  know. 

195 


188. 


THE  CHURCH. 


Vehona. 


7's  6  lines. 


J.  H.  Deane. 


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God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Show  the  brightness  of  Thy  face  ; 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour,  shine. 
Fill  Thy  Church  with  light  Divine  ; 
And  Thy  saving  health  extend 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end. 


Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord ; 
Let  Thy  love  on  all  be  pour'd  ; 
Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing 
Glory  to  their  Saviour  King, 
At  Thy  feet  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  holy  will  obey. 


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Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord ; 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford, 
God  to  man  His  blessing  give, 
Man  to  God  devoted  live; 
AH  below  and  all  above, 
One  in  joy  and  light  and  love. 


189. 


THE  CHURCH. 


Gloria. 


8.7.8.7.  D. 


Henet  Smart. 


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Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation, 

Laud  His  name  from  zone  to  zone  ; 
On  that  Rock  the  Church  is  builded, 

Christ  Himself  the  corner-stone  ; 
Vain  against  our  rock-built  Sion 

Winds  and  waters,  fire  and  hail  ; 
Christ  is  in  her  midst  ;  against  her 

Sin  and  hell  shall  not  prevail. 

Framed  of  living  stones,  cemented 

By  the  Spirit's  unity. 
Based  on  Prophets  and  Apostles, 

Firm  in  faith,  and  stayed  on  Thee, 
May  Thy  Church,  O  Lord  Incarnate, 

Grow  in  grace,  in  peace,  in  love  ; 
Emblem  of  the  heavenly  Sion, 

The  Jerusalem  above. 

Stands  four-square  that  heavenly  city  ; 

Paved  with  gold  like  crystal  bright ; 
GatSs  of  pearl,  and  walls  of  jasper, 

Emerald  and  chrysolyte. 


Broad  and  lofty  tower  its  ramparts  ; 

At  its  gate  twelve  angels  stand  ; 
On  its  walls  twelve  names  are  graven. 

Of  the  apostles'  chosen  band. 

Where  Thou  reignest  King  of  Glory, 

Throned  in  everlasting  light, 
Midst  Thy  saints,  no  more  is  needed 

Sun  by  day,  nor  moon  by  night  : 
Soon  may  we  those  portals  enter 

When  this  earthly  strife  is  o'er  ; 
There  to  dwell  with  saints  and  angels 

In  Thy  presence  evermore. 

Join  we  now  the  voice  of  triumph 

To  the  Throne  of  glory  sent. 
Alleluia,  Alleluia, 

To  the  Lord  Omnipotent  ; 
Praise  to  Thee,  Eternal  Father, 

Praise  to  Thee,  Eternal  Son, 
Praise  to  Thee,  Eternal  Spirit, 

While  unending  a-cs  run.     Amen. 


197 


THE  CHURCH. 

XtlU*  Cloisters.  P.M. 


Baenby. 


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198 


Lord  of  our  life,  and  God  of  our  salvation, 
Star  of  our  night,  and  hope  of  every  nation, 
Hear  and  receive  Thy  Church's  supplication, 
Lord  God  Almighty. 

See  round  Thine  ark  the  hungry  billows  curling, 
See  how  Thy  foes  their  banners  are  unfurling  ; 
Lord,  while  their  darts  envenom'd  they  are  hurling. 
Thou  canst  preserve  us. 

Lord,  Thou  canst  help  when  earthly  armour  faileth, 
Lord,  Thou  canst  save  when  deadly  sin  assaileth, 
Lord,  o'er  Thy  rock  nor  death  nor  hell  prevaileth  : 
Grant  us  Thy  peace.  Lord  : 

Peace  in  our  hearts,  our  evil  thoughts  assuaging,  ^ 
Peace  in  Thy  Church,  where  brothers  are  engaging, 
Peace,  when  the  world  its  busy  war  is  waging ; 
Calm  Thy  raging  foes. 

Grant  us  TJiy  help  till  backward  they  are  driven, 
Grant  them  Thy  truth,  that  they  may  be  forgiven, 
Grant  peace  on  earth,  and  after  wc  have  striven, 
Peace  in  Thy  heaven.     Amen. 


St.  Gertkude, 


THE  CHURCH. 

P.M. 


Arthur  Suli-ivan. 


War 


IVith  tJie  cross  of     Je  -  sus. 


Onward,  Christian  soldiers. 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ  the  Royal  Master 

Leads  against  the  foe, 
Forward  into  battle, 

See,  His  banners  go. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  Cross  of  Jesus 
Going  on  before. 
At  the  sign  of  triumph 

Satan's  host  doth  flee  ; 
On  then,  Christian  soldiers, 

On  to  victory. 
Hell's  foundations  quiver 

At  the  shout  of  praise  ; 
Brothers,  lift  your  voices, 

Loud  your  anthems  raise.     Onward,  &c. 
Like  a  mighty  army 

Moves  the  Church  of  God  ; 
Brothers,  we  are  treading 

Where  the  Saints  have  trod  : 


We  are  not  divided, 

All  one  body  we. 
One  in  hope,  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity.     Onward,  &c. 
Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 
'    Constant  will  remain  ; 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail  ; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise. 

And  that  cannot  fail.     Onvrard,  &C. 
Onward,  then,  ye  people. 

Join  our  happy  throng. 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph  song  ; 
Glory,  laud,  and  honour 

Unto  Christ  the  King  ; 
This  through  countless  ages 

Men  and  Angels  sing. 

Onward  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war. 
With  the  Cross  of  Jesus, 
Going  on  before.     Amen* 

199 


THE  CHURCH. 


Xll<W  •    Wakeham. 

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L.M. 


W.  Knapp. 


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Lo  !  round  the  Throne,  a  glorious  band, 
The  saints  in  countless  myriads  stand, 
Of  every  tongue  redeem'd  to  God, 
Array'd  in  garments  washed  in  blood. 

Through  tribulation  great  they  came  ; 
They  bore  the  cross,  despis'd  the  shame  ; 
From  all  their  labours  now  they  rest. 
In  God's  eternal  glory  blest. 

They  see  their  Saviour  face  to  face, 
And  sing  the  triumphs  of  His  grace  ; 
Him  day  and  night  they  ceaseless  praise  : 
To  Him  the  loud  thanksgiving  raise  ! 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign 
Thou  liast  redeem'd  us  by  thy  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God." 

O  may  we  tread  the  sacred  road 
That  holy  saints  and  martyrs  trod ; 
Wage  to  the  end  the  glorious  strife, 
And  win,  like  them,  a  crown  of  life.     Amen. 


200 


193. 


THE  CHURCH. 

Palms  of  Gloky.  7.7.7.7. 


Eev.  "W.  D.  Maclagait. 


Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 
Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light ; 
Priests,  and  Kings,  and  conquerors  they. 

Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 
To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
And  proclaim  in  joyful  psalms 
Victory  through  His  cross  alone. 

Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 
Crying  as  they  strike  the  chords, 
"  Take  the  kingdom,  it  is  Thine, 
King  of   kings,  and  Lord  of    lords  ! " 

Round  the  altar  priests  confess. 
If  their  robes  are  white  as  snow, 
'Twas  the  Saviour's  righteousness, 
And  His  blood,  that  made  them  so. 

Who  were  these  ?  on  earth  they  dwelt ; 
Sinners  once,  of  Adam's  race  ; 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suff'ring  felt ; 
But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 

They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us  : 

Ah !  When  we,  like  them  must  die. 

May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high  !    Amen 


201 


194. 


St.  Michael. 


THE  CHURCH. 

S.M. 

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For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Who  strove  in  Thee  to  live, 
Who  follow'd  Thee,  obey'd,  ador'd, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Accept  our  thankful  cry, 
Who  counted  Thee  their  great  reward, 
And  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 

They  all,  in  life  and  death. 
With  Thee,  their  Lord,  on  high, 
Learnt  from  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  die. 

For  this  Thy  name  we  bless, 
And  humbly  pray  that  we 
May  follow  them  in  holiness, 
And  live  and  die  in  Thee.    Amen. 


202 


THE  CHURCH. 


195 


All  Saints 


German. 


Who  are  these  like  stars  appearing, 
These,  before  God's  Throne  who  stand  ? 

Each  a  golden  crown  is  wearing, 
Who  are  all  this  glorious  band  ? 

Hallelujah,  hark  !  they  sing. 

Praising  loud  their  heavenly  King. 

Who  are  these  in  dazzling  brightness, 
Clothed  in  God's  own  righteousness, 

These,  whose  robes  of  purest  whiteness 
Shall  their  lustre  still  possess, 

Still  untouch'd  by  time's  rude  hand, 

Whence  come  all  this  glorious  band  ? 

These  are  they  who  have  contended 
For  their  Saviour's  honour  long, 

Wrestling  on  till  life  was  ended, 
Following  not  the  sinful  throng ; 

These,  who  well  the  fight  sustain'd, 

Triumph  by  the  Lamb  have  gain'd. 

These  are  they  whose  hearts  were  riven, 
Sore  with  woe  and  anguish  tried. 

Who  in  prayer  full  oft  have  striven, 
With  the  God  they  glorified  ; 

Now  their  painful  conflict  o'er, 

God  has  bid  them  weep  no  more.  Amen. 


203 


196. 


SOERENTO. 


THE  CHURCH. 


7's  (D.) 


J.  H.  DEAIfE. 


dim. 


What  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triunipliant  song  ? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain. 

Blessing,  lionour,  glory,  power. 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  every  hour." 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ; 

niese  trom  great   afliiclion  came  ; 
Now,  before  the  Throne  of  (Jod, 

SealM  with  His  Almighty  name. 


Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand. 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  I.amb  amidst  the  Throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs  ; 

Pet  feet  love  dispels  all  fear  ; 
And  forever  from  tlieir  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear.     Amet 


20 1 


197. 


St.  Leonabd. 


THE  CHURCH. 

D.C.M. 


Db.  H.  Hiles. 


:^ 


?^: 


ifp2Zi^zi^=L- 


:^=^==^=J= 


=a^=^^^_: 


--^=^=^: 


I         I       I       I       I 

II  11 

^    ^.       !  J.  ^ 


:^: 


^td_ 


:?2zip=p2zif?2: 


-^— ^— ^— p- 


.ci_ 


"C~ 


:^=^: 


!=^i=gz^^^=gz= 


:^=^=  ^— ^rfi^iz^z  : 


^P2Z 


:^=^=& 


iSi- 


1221 


I 


,        ,        I        ,    ^      -^j:zLj^x±   tj=±  ^1  -^  -^  .c=i    Q 


cres: 


-^ 


-jr2.—^z 


:^: 


:^=^: 


:^=:^: 


^S 


=?== 


A-men. 


-1 1 1 1 • U r-;   II 


How  bright  those  glorious  spirits  shine  ! 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  blissful  seats 

Of  everlasting  day  ? 
Lo,  these  are  they  from  sufferings  great 

Who  came  to  realms  of  light, 
And  in  the  blood  of  Christ  have  wash'd 

Those  robes,  which  shine  so  bright. 

Now  with  triumphant  palms  they  stand 

Before  the  throne  on  high, 
And  serve  the  God  they  love  amidst 

The  glories  of  the  sky. 


Hunger  and  thirst  are  felt  no  more, 
Nor  sun  with  scorching  ray  ; 

God  is  their  Sun,  whose  cheering  beams 
Diffuse  eternal  day. 

The  Lamb  who  reigns  upon  the  throne, 

Shall  o'er  them  still  preside, 
Feed  them  with  nourishment  Divine, 

And  all  their  footsteps  guide. 
'Mid  pastures  green  He'll  lead  His  flock. 

Where  living  streams  appear  ; 
And  God  the  Lord  from  every  eye 

Shall  wipe  off  every  tear.    Amen. 


205 


198. 


Eternity. 


THE   CHURCH. 

S.M. 


Dr.  Gauntlett. 


A        I  'I 


gse~g: 


tj 


(^ 


22: 


-^^^i 


?=l^ 


f 


=s^ 


g=^: 


-c::^ d. 


?=?: 


Oh  !  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 
Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  .'' 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be 
When  we  have  borne  the  Cross. 

Keen  was  the  trial  once, 
Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyr'd  Saints,  baptiz'd  in  blood, 
Christ's  suff'rings  shar'd  below: 

Bright  is  their  glory  now, 
Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

Lord  may  that  grace  be  ours, 
Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here  ; 

Enough  if  Thou  at  last 
The  word  of  blessing  give. 
And  let  us  rest  beneath  Thy  feet, 
Where  Saints  and  Angels  live. 

All  glory  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
To  Father,  .Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
One  God  for  evermore.     Amen. 


200 


199. 


THE  CHURCH. 


St.  Geobge. 


CM. 


d: 


Hark!  hark!  the  voice  of  ceaseless 
praise, 
Around  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
Songs  of  celestial  joy  they  raise, 
•  To  mortal  lips  unknown. 

Upon  the  sea  of  glass  they  stand 

In  shining  robes  of  light, 
The  harps  of  God  are  in  their  hand, 

They  rest  not  day  or  night. 

Oh  !  for  an  angel's  perfect  love, 

A  Seraph's  soaring  wing, 
To  sing  with  thousand  saints  above 

The  triumphs  of  our  King. 

On  earth  our  feeble  voice  we  try, 
In  weakness  and  in  shame, 

We  bless,  we  laud,  we  magnify, 
We  conquer  in  His  name. 

But  oh  !  with  pure  and  sinless  heart, 

His  mercies  to  adore. 
My  God,  to  know  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

Nor  grieve  Thy  Spirit  more. 

Oh  !  blessed  hope  !  a  "little  while  " 
And  we,  amidst  that  throng, 

Shall  live  in  our  Redeemer's  smile, 
And  swell  the  angels'  song.     Amen. 


20T 


200. 


French. 


THE  LORDS  SUPPER. 

CM. 


Scotch  Psaltee. 


^ 


"^^  T^ 


"Sp"^" 


J-^- 


1^ 


:g=p2: 


,-<=^- 


^=g^ 


-C^. 


ici: 


:^ 


^gzip^r'-p-f 


SEE 


■y* 


S§3^3_=3Ea 


EsiBi^-^_B 


t; 


:^=P=^=P2: 


=*S; 


_^_^_ 


±1=:^ 


I 


:=^  = 


g^--i---gr 


.  ri     I 


A-men. 


-z^i-i^-z^z 


:^ 


:?2: 


?2: 


i 


:^=^ 


^=F 


SiFlz 


According  to  Thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 

I  will  remember  Thee. 

Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 
My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 

Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 

Can  I  Gethsemane  forget  ? 

Or  there  Thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 

And  not  remember  Thee  ? 

When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice, 

I  must  remember  Thee. 

Remember  Thee,  and  all  Thy  pains, 

And  all  Thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains. 

Will  I  remember  Thee. 

And  when  these  failing  lij:)s  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 

Good  Lord,  remember  me.     Amen. 


208 


201. 


THE  LORDS  SUPPER. 


Dix. 


7.7.7.7.7.T. 


Gebdl&jn^. 


--^^^ 


iJi*; 


z^z 


^T^-^- 


122: 


:.^— S— ^ 


'-0 


^ 


— fS'- 


ffil      I         I 


:t: 


t:=t: 


-(SJ- 


z0z^^znz^ 


±=: 


— i^* — ^— - — e^'  — o  I  sy — -, 


Sj; 


12^^=:^: 


1^ 


(^tt 


isi: 


tr 


=3e^ 


12:2: 


:^i 


t^=c^: 


:^z:z2=t: 


Ei2E 


:^: 


t==t:: 


:^=^=^' 


^:^: — 


_ci_ 


g=^t= 


jgJigEgi 


"  Till  He  come  "— O  let  the  words 
Linger  on  the  trembhng  chords  ; 
Let  the  Httle  while  between 
In  their  golden  light  be  seen  ; 
Let  us  think  how  heaven  and  home 
Lie  beyond  that  "  Till  He  come." 

When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life-joy  overcast  ? 
Hush,  be  every  murmur  dumb  : 
It  is  only,  "  Till  He  come." 

Clouds  and  conflicts  round  us  press.; 
Would  we  have  one  sorrow  less  I 
All  the  sharpness  of  the  cross, 
All  that  tells  the  world  is  loss. 
Death  and  darkness  and  the  tomb, 
Only  whisper  "  Till  He  come." 

See,  the  faast  of  love  is  spread. 
Drink  the  wine  and  break  the  bread  : 
Sweet  memorials, — till  the  Lord 
Call  us  round  His  heavenly  board ; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some, 
Sever'd  only  "  Till  He  come."     Amen. 


209 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

iilXJ^*   BOCKIXGHAM.  L.M. 


Db.  Miller. 


A-men. 


gillii^E^iE^^Hiliiil 


My  God,  and  is  Thy    table  spread  ? 

And  doth  Thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow  ? 
Thither  be  all  Thv  children  led. 

And  let  them  all  its  sweetness  know. 

Hail,  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes  ! 

Rich  banquet  of  His  flesh  and  blood ! 
Thrice  happy  he,  who  here  partakes 

That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food ! 

Why  are  its  dainties  all  in  vain 
Before  unwillinc^  hearts  display'd  ? 

Was  not  for  you  tiic  victim  slain  ? 
Are  you  forbid  the  children's  bread? 

O  let  Thy  table  honour'd  be, 

And  furnish'd  well  with  joyful  guests  ; 

And  may  each  soul  salvation  see. 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

Revive   Thy  dying  churches,  Lord  ! 

And  bid  our  drooping  graces  live  ; 
And  more,  that  energy  afford, 

A  Saviour's  love  alone  can  give.     Amen. 

210 


203. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

St.  Agnes.  C-M.  Kev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doo. 

I 1 1 1-, 1-1 , ,1 


I       I       I 


:22~« 


^i:=^==]= 


I        I        I 


:t=t 


:^ 


=^=^=g=i:£222Zgz 


i^^i 


m^ 


.^r_^_^. 


■p?"  -^^i^ 


=S-ftg: 


TZf^ZT' 


WE^E^:^ 


:?2— ^=^21 


:22ZIP2I 


:^:=:^: 


:^: 


-p-^^--^. 


I       I 


Shepherd  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless 

Thy  chosen  pilgrim  flock, 
With  manna  in  the  wilderness, 

With  water  from  the  rock. 

Hungry  and  thirsty,  faint  and  weak, 
As  Thou  when  here  below,     ~- 

Our  souls  the  joys  celestial  seek 
Which  from  Thy  sorrows  flow. 

We  would  not  live  by  bread  alone, 
But  by  that  word  of  grace, 

In  strength  of  which  we  travel  on 
To  our  abiding-place. 

Be  known  to  us  in  breaking  bread. 

But  do  not  then  depart ; 
Saviour,  abide  with  us,  and  spread 

Thy  table  in  our  heart. 

Lord,  feast  with  us  in  love  divine ; 

Thy  body  and  Thy  blood, 
That  living  bread,  that  heavenly  wine, 

Be  our  immortal  food. 


211 


204. 


St.  George. 


THE  LORDS  SUPPER. 

S.M. 


Dk.  Gauntlett. 


ci; 


^- 


1--^^ 

111 


^i 


=^ 


^^M. 


S^ 


ig^zig^— ?=;^= 


:p2z 


:^=g: 


=?2; 


:^-f=^=: 


t=±:=t: 


:?2: 


I 


Sweet  feast  of  love  divine  : 
'Tis  grace  tliat  makes  us  free 
To  feed  upon  this  bread  and  wine, 
In  memory,  Lord,  of  Thee. 

Here  every  welcome  guest 
Waits,  Lord,  from  Thee  to  learn 
The  secrets  of  Thy  Father's  breast, 
And  all  Thy  grace  discern. 

Here  conscience  ends  its  strife, 
And  faith  delights  to  prove 
The  sweetness  of  the  bread  of  life, 
The  fulness  of  Thy  love. 

The  blood  that  flow'd  for  sin 
In  symbol  here  we  see, 
And  feel  the  blessed  pledge  within 
That  we  are  loved  of  Thee, 


O,  if  this  glimpse  of  love 

Is  so  divinely  sweet, 

What  will  it  be,  O  Lord,  above, 

Thy  gladdening  smile  to  meet; 

To  see  Thee  face  to  face, 

Thy  perfect  likeness  wear ; 

And  all  'I'hy  ways  of  wondrous  grace 

Through  endless  years  declare. 


21^ 


205. 


Convent. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


Anon. 

1 


:si=^=F 


t— ziz^z^ii 


=s=p- 


-p2- 


^J 


-^- 


-P— r^- 


-^-- 


la 


-c:i_ 


:^: 


:?2: 


._c^_^: 


:^z:r 


-?2=::^zb 


Jesus,  to  Thy  table  led, 
Now  let  every  heart  be  fed 
With  the  true  and  livino:  bread. 


While  in  penitence  we  kneel, 
Thy  true  presence  let  us  feel, 
All  thy  wondrous  love  reveal. 

While  on  Thy  dear  cross  we  gaze, 
Mourning  o'er  our  sinful  ways. 
Turn  our  sadness  into  praise. 

When  we  taste  the  mystic  wine, 
Of  Thine  outpoured  blood  the  sign, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  love  divine. 

Draw  us  to  Thy  wounded  side, 
Whence  there  flow'd  the  healing  tide ; 
There  our  sins  and  sorrows  hide. 


From  the  bonds  of  sin  release. 
Cold  and  wavering  faith  increase. 
Lamb  of  God,  grant  us  Thy  peace. 

Lead  us  by  Thy  pierced  hand 
Till  around  Thy  throne  we  stand, 
In  the  bright  and  better  land. 

Amen. 


213 


<«Ubi  St.  Gabriel 


THE   LORD'S  SUPPER. 

8.8.8.4.    SiK  F.  A.  G.  Ouseley,  Bart,  Mus.  Doc. 


iirSiSSgi 


By  Christ  redeem'd,  in  Christ  restored, 
We  keep  the  memory  adored, 
And  show  the  death  of  our  dear  Lord, 
Until  He  come. 

His  Body,  broken  in  our  stead  ; 
Is  shewn  in  this  memorial  bread; 
And  so  our  feeble  love  is  fed, 

Until  He  come. 

His  fearful  drops  of  agony, 

His  life-blood  shed  for  us  we  see  ; 

The  wine  shall  tell  the  mystery, 

Until  He  come. 

And  thus  that  dark  betrayal  night 
With  the  last  advent  we  unite  ; 
The  shame,  the  glory  by  this  rite, 
Until  He  come. 

O  blessed  hope !  with  this  elate, 
Let  not  our  hearts  be  desolate  : 
But,  strong  in  faith,  in  patience  Nvait ; 

Until  He  come.     Amei 


214 


207. 


St.  Mary. 


THE   LORD'S  SUPPER. 

CM. 


Old  Melody, 


:si: 


-.-^-1::^. 


:gEte=p2i-:,^=p:         . 

I  I         I         I         I         -.iS>-    I 


^''c:^': 


?-t^_i 


1=^:22=^1: 


j^zp: 


A  men 


0 


:^=?2: 


-Si-  -SI-       1         I         I 


:^=^=?2; 


P~i      I 


i3e 


Lord  Jesus,  God  of  grace  and  love, 

Reveal'd  on  Calvary, 
Thou  callest  from  Thy  throne  above 

"  This  day  remember  me." 

I  come,  Lord  Jesus,  to  fulfil 
Thy  last  divine  command  : 

0  may  I  ever  do  Thy  will. 
And  own  Thy  guiding  hand  ! 

1  come,  Lord  Jesus,  at  Thy  call ; 
Thy  saving  help  I  need  ; 

Convicted  at  Thy  cross  I  fall. 
And  there  my  ransom  read. 

I  come.  Lord  Jesus,  to  Thy  feast ; 

Unworthy  though  I  be; 
By  Thy  redeeming  pow'r  released, 

I  rest  all  hopes  on  Thee. 

O  when  I  take  Thy  pledge  of  love, 
Which  Thou  thyself  hast  given, 

Lord  Jesus,  plead  my  cause  above  ! 
Remember  me  in  heaven.    Amen. 


215 


208. 


THE  LORDS  SUPPER. 


St.  Bernard. 

^-— zz==]: 


CM. 


W.  RlCHARDSOJT. 


iiiiigEii^iliiigililiiiSii 


"C?" 


IJZS: 


:g.=^=iEl=:pi 


1611 


1  I  I 


-^: 


=  :^: 


lis 


:^- 


2i: 


:^=^=s^: 


ici: 


:S^gB:3 


=]: 


:c^: 


■^PfS-T 


1 


-f=2Ld-J-^'-^'^-^'_c:i 


a=5EgE5^EES 


:^: 


:^: 


:^: 


1 


J_c^_i 


:P2: 


T?-P 


^i 


"  No,  not  for  these  alone  I  pray !  " 

The  dying  Saviour  said ; 
Though  on  his  breast  that  moment  lay 

The  loved  disciple's  head. 

Though  to  His  eye  that  moment  sprung 

The  kind,  the  pitying  tear 
For  those  that  eager  round  Him  hung 

His  words  of  love  to  hear. 

No,  not  for  these  alone  He  prayed, — 

For  all  of  mortal  race, 
Whene'er  their  fervent  prayer  is  made, 

Where'er  their  dwelling-place. 

Sweet  is  the  thought,  when  thus  we  meet, 

His  feast  of  love  to  share  ; 
And  mid  the  toils  of  life,  how  sweet 

The  memory  of  His  prayer  ! 


210 


209. 


St.  Olave. 


THE  LORDS  SUPPER. 

CM. 


J.  Bakkbt. 


hfe=^i:^=si: 


^-■^- 


^^-^=n=^4g= 


-p3^-^- 


li^: 


IieS 


^ 


A\_ 


^^=^-- 


is:^: 


_a^ 


a 


I^ZZ^I 


:^ 


-iSi— 


:^: 


-?2: 


:s:^i 


tips: 


3i: 


^=r.g-p"-r 


O  HERE,  if  ever,  God  of  love, 

Let  strife  and  hatred  cease  ! 
And  every  heart  harmonious  move, 

And  every  thought  be  peace. 

Not  here,  where  now  we  thinlc  on  Him — 
Whose  latest  thoughts  were  ours, 

Shall  mortal  passions  come  to  dim 
The  prayer  devotion  pours. 

No,  gracious  Master,  not  in  vain 

Thy  life  of  love  hath  been  ; 
The  peace  Thou  gav'st  may  yet  remain, 

Though  Thou  no  more  art  seen. 

"  Thy  kingdom  come  •  "  we  watch,  we  wait 

To  hear  Thy  cheering  call 
When  heaven  unfolds  its  glorious  gate, 

And  God  is  all  in  all. 


217 


210. 


THE  LORD-S  SUPPER. 

Bread  of  Heaven.  7's  6  lines.  Kev.  "W.  D.  Maclagan. 


i^iii^igiiiiiii^iii 


■^~m-m 


"<^ 


l_ci_^ 


5=i: 


-:^-^-^-z^. 


'P>---^ 


F 


^= 


J— ^'-^^— ^ 


(^ 


1^1 


^=.^=t^ — ^_    i=: 


^ — ^-^ 


^g^ 


I      I       I 


II. 


A-men. 


t^-^ 


tt;s2: 


Bread  of  heaven!  on  Thee  we  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed. 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  bread. 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died. 

Vine  of  heaven  !  Thy  blood  supplies 

For  our  souls  a  sacrifice. 

Lord  !  Thy  wounds  our  healing  give; 

To  Thy  cross  we  look,  and  live. 

Jesus  may  we  ever  be 

Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  Thee  !    Amen. 


218 


211. 


INFANT  BAPTISM. 


St.  James. 


3 


CM. 
I 


:^: 


R.  COUETEVILLB. 


:^: 


:ci:H=s^ 


-jct. 


2:^: 


csJ-f^ — (S — iS- 


S^ 


^g^ 


s 


j-^^J- 


s 


:^ 


=^ 


:?2: 


T^ 


:& 


:P2=^ 


:?=: 


:^ 


:^ 


:^ 


izi 


:^ 


:2^:^=^ 


2^: 


2^ 


.iS-J-fS-iSi- 


^^r^^ 


rrrr 


s^ 


JJj: 


A-men. 


L^:^ 


^S^SS 


?2=f 


:?2:: 


:^ 


-P 


^g# 


Jz: 


e^F 


1221 


22: 


In  token  that  thou  shalt  not  fear 

Christ  crucified  to  own, 
We  print  the  Cross  upon  thee  here, 

And  stamp  thee  His  alone. 

In  token  that  thou  shalt  not  blush 

To  glory  in  His  Name 
We  blazon  here  upon  thy  front, 

His  glory  and  His  shame. 

In  token  that  thou  shalt  not  flinch 
Christ's  quarrel  to  maintain, 

But  'neath  His  banner  manfuUy 
Firm  at  thy  post  remain. 

In  token  that  thou  too  shalt  tread 

The  path  He  travell'd  by, 
Endure  the  cross,  despise  the  shame. 

And  sit  thee  down  on  high  ; 

Thus  outwardly  and  visibly 

We  seal  thee  for  His  own; 
And  may  the  brow  that  wears  His  Cross 
-    Hereafter  share  His  Crown.    Amen. 


219 


212. 


INFANT  BAPTISM. 


Shako  jf. 


8.7.8.7. 


Db.  Botce. 


Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 
With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care, 

All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share 


Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 
Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm ; 

There,  we  know,  Thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

Never  from  Thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey ; 
Let  Thy  tenderness  so  loving 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 

Then  within  Thy  fold  eternal 
Let  them  find  a  resting-place  ; 

Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace.     Amen. 


213. 


Melcombb. 


INFANT  BAPTISM. 

L.M. 


S.  "Webbb. 


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God  of  that  glorious  gift  of  grace 
By  which  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 
When  in  Thy  presence  we  appear, 
Vouchsafe  us  faith  to  venture  near ! 

Confiding  in  Thy  truth  alone, 
Here,  on  the  steps  of  Jesus'  throne, 
We  lay  the  treasure  Thou  hast  given 
To  be  receiv'd  and  rear'd  for  Heav'n. 

Lent  to  us  for  a  season,  we 
Lend  him  for  ever,  Lord,  to  Thee 
Assured  that  if  to  Thee  he  live. 
We  gain  in  what  we  seem  to  give. 

Large  and  abundant  blessings  shed. 
Warm  as  these  prayers,  upon  his  head  ! 
And  on  his  soul  the  dews  of  grace, 
Fresh  as  these  drops  upon  his  face  ! 

Make  him  and  keep  him  Thine  own  child, 
Meek  follower  of  the  undefil'd  ! 
Possessor  here  of  grace  and  love ; 
Inheritor  of  Heaven  above  !     Amen. 


221 


214. 


"Walton. 


INFANT  BAPTISM. 

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The  sacramental  seal  apply, 

And  witness  with  the  water  now. 

Pour  forth  Thy  energy  divinC; 

And  sprinkle  the  atoning  Blood  ; 
May  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  join 

To  seal  this  child  a  child  of  God.    Amen. 


222 


215. 


St.  Michael. 


INFANT  BAPTISM. 

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The  gentle  Saviour  calls 
Our  children  to  His  breast  : 

He  folds  them  in  His  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

"Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

Gladly  we  bring  them,  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  Thee, 
Imploring  that  as  we  are  Thine, 

Thine  may  our  offspring  be.    Amen. 


223 


ADULT  BAPTISM, 


St.  Johk 


Stand,  soldier  of  the  cross, 
Thy  high  allegiance  claim, 
And  vow  to  hold  the  world  but  loss 
For  thy  Redeemer's  name. 

Arise  and  be  baptiz'd. 
And  wash  thy  sins  away : 
Thy  faith  and  hope  be  realiz'd, 
Thy  love  avouch'd  to-day. 

Our  heavenly  country  now. 
Our  Lord  and  Master,  thine, 
Receive  imprinted  on  thy  brow 
His  passion's  awful  sign. 

No  more  thine  own,  but  Christ's ; 

With  all  the  saints  of  old. 
Apostles,  Seers,  Evangelists, 
And  Martyr  throngs  enroll'd, — 

In  God's  whole  armour  strong, 
Front  hell's  embattled  powers : 
The  warfare  may  be  sharp  and  long, 
The  victory  must  be  ours. 

O  bright  the  conqueror's  crown, 
The  song  of  triumph  sweet, 
When  faith  casts  every  trophy  down 
At  our  Great  Captain's  feet.     Amen. 


224 


217. 


ROCKIKGHAM. 


ADULT  BAPTISM. 

L.M. 


"W.  MiiiiiKE,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  Thee  ? 
Asham'd  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

Asham'd  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  night  disown  each  radiant  star ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

Asham'd  of  Jesas  !     O  as  soon 
Let  morning  blush  to  own  the  sun ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend  ? 
No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 

Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sinful  pride ; 

I'll  boast  a  Saviour  crucified; 

And  O  may  this  my  portion  be. 

My  Saviour  not  asham'd  of  me.     Amen, 


225 


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CONFIRM  A  TION. 

8.7.8.7.  (D.) 


GERlktAN. 


Jesus  !  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  Thee  ; 
Destitute,  despis'd,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be  ; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hop'd,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  Heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  : 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  ; 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  J 


And  while  Thou  shah  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me  ', 

Show  Thy  face  and  all  is  bright  1 

Haste  then  on  from  grace  to  glory 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  Thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there! 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  soon  changed  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise  1     Amen. 


226 


219. 


CONFIRM  A  TION. 


Newington. 


1.1.1.1. 


Kev.  W.  D.  Maolagan. 


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Thine  for  ever  !     God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  Throne  above ; 
Thine  for  ever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

Thine  forever !  Lord  of    life. 
Shield  us  through  our  earthly  strife : 
Thou  the  Life,  and  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

Thine  for  ever !  O  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest ! 
Saviour,  Guardian,  Heavenly  Friend, 
O  defend  us  to  the  end. 

Thine  for  ever !  Saviour,  keep 
Us  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 
Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 


Thine  for  ever !  Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven. 
Lead  us,  Lord,from  earth  to  heaven. 


Amen. 


227- 


220 


St.  Stephen. 


CONFIRM  A  TION. 

CM. 


Kev'i>.  W.  Jones. 


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My  God  accept  my  heart  this  day, 

And  make  it  always  Thine, 
That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  stray 

No  more  from  Thee  decline. 

Before  the  Cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall ; 
Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 

And  Christ  be  All  in  all. 

Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

And  seal  me  for  Thine  own  ; 
That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  Face, 

And  worship  near  Thy  Throne. 

Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  Thee  be  ever  given  ; 
Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service,  Lord, 

And  death  the  gate  of  heaven  !    Amen. 


228 


221. 


Holy  Trinity. 


CONFIRM  A  TION. 

O.M. 


Joseph  Babnby. 


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Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  Him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 

A  vow  we  dare  not  break  : 

That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  His  cause  will  we  depart, 

Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  His  grace  rely. 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 

Will  all  our  need  supply. 

Lord,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  Thy  ways  ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 

Turn  Thou  our  prayers  to  praise.     Amen. 


229 


CONFIRMATION. 


222. 


Walton. 


L.M. 


Beethoven. 


O  God,  in  whose  all-searching  eye 
Thy  servants  stand,  to  ratify 
Tlie  vow  baptismal  by  them  made. 
When  first  Thy  hand  was  on  them  laid ; 
Bless  them,  O  Holy  Father  bless, 
Who  Thee  with  heart  and  voice  confess ; 
May  they  acknowledged  as  Thine  own, 
Stand  evermore  before  Thy  Throne  ! 

Arm  these  Thy  soldiers,  mighty  Lord, 
With  sliield  of  faith,  and  Spirit's  sword; 
Forth  to  the  battle    may  they  go, 
And  boldly  fight  against  the  foe, 
With  banner  of  the  cross  unfurl'd, 
And  by  it  overcome  the  world; 
And  so  at  last  receive  from  Thee 
The  palm  and  crown  of  victory. 


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Come,  ever  blessed  .'spirit,  come, 

And  make  Thy  servants'  hearts  Thy  home  ; 

Mav  each  a  living  temple  be, 

Hallow'd  for  ever,  Lord,  to  Thee  : 

Fnrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 

With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  divine  : 

With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless, 

Strength,  counsel,  fear,  and  godliness .     Amen. 


223. 


ELI/ACOMBE. 


CONFIRM  A  TION. 

7.6.  D. 


Gekman. 


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Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Beneath  His  banner  true  ; 
The  Lord  Himself  thy  leader, 

Shall  all  thy  foes  subdue. 
His  loss  foretells  thy  trials  ; 

He  knows  thine  hourly  need  ; 
He  can,  with  bread  of  Heaven, 

Thy  fainting  spirit  feed. 

Go,  forward,  Christian  soldier! 

Fear  not  the  secret  foe  ; 
For  more  are  o'er  thee  watching, 

Than  human  eyes  can  know  1 
Trust  only  Christ  thy  Captain ; 

Cease  not  to  watch  and  pray  ; 
Heed  not  the  treach'rous  voices, 

That  lure  thy  soul  astray. 


Go  forward.  Christian  soldier ! 

Nor  dream  of  peaceful  rest. 
Till  Satan's  host  is  vanquish'd, 

And  Heav'n  is  all  possest ; 
Till  Christ  Himself  shall  call  thee 

To  lay  thine  armour  by 
And  wear  in  endless  glory, 

The  crown  of  victory. 

Go  forward,  Christian  soldier ! 

Fear  not  the  gath'ring  night ; 
The  Lord  has  been  thy  shelter, 

The  Lord  will  be  thy  light : 
When  morn  His  face  revealeth, 

Thy  dangers  are  all  past ; 
Oh  !  pray  that  faith  and  virtue 

May  keep  thee  to  the  last.     Amen. 

231 


CONFIRM  A  TION. 


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Soldiers  of  Christ,  nrise, 
And  put  your  armour  on  ; 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies, 
Through  His  eternal  Son. 

Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
And  in  His  mighty  power; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

Stand  then  in  His  great  might, 
With  all  His  strength  endued  ; 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God. 

From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 
Wrestle  and  fight  and  pray ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 

And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

Tliat  having  all  things  done, 
And  all  your  conflicts  pass'd, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  complete  at  last. 


232 


225. 


CONFIRM  A  TION. 


VULPITTS. 


VXTLPIUS. 


0  Jesus,  I  have  promised 
To  serve  Thee  to  the  end ; 

Be  Thou  for  ever  near  me, 
My  master  and  my  friend  ! 

1  shall  not  fear  the  battle 
If  Thou  art  by  my  side, 

Nor  wander  from  the  pathway 
If  Thou  wilt  be  my  guide. 

Oh  !  let  me  feel  Thee  near  me — 

The  world  is  ever  near; 
I  see  the  sights  that  dazzle, 

The  tempting  sounds  I  hear. 

O  Jesus,  Thou  hast  promised 

To  all  who  follow  Thee 
That  where  Thou  art  in  glory 

There  shall  Thy  servant  be ; 

And  Jesus,  I  have  promised 
To  serve  Thee  to  the  end  ; 

Oh,  give  me  grace  to  follow, 
My  master  and  my  friend  ! 

Oh  !  let  me  see  Thy  foot-marks, 
And  in  them  plant  mine  own ; 

My  hope  to  follow  duly 
Is  in  Thy  strength  alone. 

Oh !  guide  me,  call  me,  draw  me, 

Uphold  me  to  the  end  ; 
And  then  in  heaven  receive  me, 

My  Saviour  and  my  friend  !   Amen. 


233 


MATRIMONY. 


226. 


Eden. 


7.6.7.0. 


St.  Alban's  Tu>-e  Book. 


The  voice  that  breathed  o'er  Eden, 
That  earliest  wedding-day, 

The  primal  marriage  blessing. 
It  hath  not  pass'd  away. 

Still  in  the  pure  espousal 
Of  Christian  man  and  maid, 

The  holy  Three  are  with  us, 
The  three-fold  grace  is  said : 

For  dower  of  blessed  children, 
For  love  and  faith's  sweet  sake, 

For  high  mysterious  union 

Which  naught  on  earth  may  break  ! 

Be  present,  gracious  Father, 

To  give  away  this  bride. 
As  Eve  Thou  gav'st  to  Adam 

Out  of  his  own  pierced  side  ! 

Be  present,  loving  Saviour, 
To  join  tlicir  loving  hands. 

As  Thou  didst  bind  two  natures 
In  Thine  eternal  bands! 


234 


Be  present,  Holiest  Spirit, 
To  bless  them  as  they  kneel ; 

As  Thou,  for  Christ  the  Bridegroom, 
The  heavenly  Spouse  dost  seal !  Amen. 


MATRIMONY. 


227. 


St.  George. 


S.M, 


De.  Gauntlett. 


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How  welcome  was  the  call, 
And  sweet  the  festal  lay, 
When  Jesus  deign'd  in  Cana's  hall 
To  bless  the  marriage-day ! 

And  happy  was  the  bride, 
And  glad  the  bridegroom's  heart, 
For  He  who  tarried  at  their  side 
Bade  grief  and  ill  depart. 

His  gracious  power  divine 
The  water  vessels  knew ; 
And  plenteous  was  the  mystic  wine 
The  wondering  servants  drew. 

O  Lord  of  life  and  love. 
Come  Thou  again  to-day  ; 
And  bring  a  blessing  from  above 
That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 

Oh,  bless,  as  erst  of  old, 
The  bridegroom  and  the  bride 
Bless  with  the  holier  stream  that  flowed 
Forth  from  Thy  pierced  side. 

Before  Thy  heavenly  Throne 
This  mercy  we  implore  ; 
As  Thou  dost  knit  them,  Lord,  in  one, 
So  bless  them  evermore.     Amen. 


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A  -men. 


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Deign  this  union  to  approve, 
And  confirm  it,  God  of  love, 
Bless  Thy  servants  ;  on  their  head 
Now  the  oil  of  gladness  shed ; 
In  this  holy  bond,  to  Thee 
Let  them  consecrated  be. 

In  prosperity,  be  near, 

To  preserve  them  in  Thy  fear ; 

In  affliction,  let  Thy  smile 

All  the  woes  of  life  beguile  ; 

And  when  every  change  is  past, 

Take  them  to  Thyself  at  last.     Amen. 


230 


229. 


Scotia. 


BURIAL  OF  THE  DEAD. 

P.M. 


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Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;   but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb; 
The  Saviour  hath  pass'd  through  its  portal  before 
thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide  through  the 
gloom ! 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  we  no  longer  behold 
thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by  thy 
side  ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  Mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 
thee. 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  Sinless  has  died ! 


Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  and,  its  mansion  for- 
sakmg, 
Perhaps  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  linger'd  long  ; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  beam  d  on  thy  wak- 
ing. 
And  the   sound  which    thou  heard'st  was  the 
SerSphim's  song ! 
Thou  art  gone   to   the  grave ;    but  we   will  not 

deplore    thee; 
Whose  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,   and 

guide ! 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will  restore 

thee  ; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  has  died ! 

237 


BURIAL  OF  THE  DEAD- 

^O  Vi  St.  Bernard.  CM.  W.  Richardson. 

II  I  I       I       '  '         I    J    J       J 


1 


Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  declares 
To  those  in  Christ  who  die  : 

Released  from  all  their  earthly  cares, 
They'll  reign  with  Him  on  high. 

Then  why  lament  departed  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 

Death's  but  the  servant  Jesus  sends 
To  call  us  to  His  arms. 

If  sin  be  pardon'd,  we're  secure, 
Death  hath  no  sting  beside ; 

The  law  gave  sin  its  strength  and  power, 
But  Christ,  our  ransom,  died. 

The  grave  of  all  His  saints  He  bless'd, 
When  in  the  grave  He  lay  ; 

And,  rising  thence,  their  hopes  He  raised 
To  everlasting  day. 

Then,  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 
To  Christ,  our  life,  we'll  sing, 

"  Where  is  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 
And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting  ?  " 

238 


BURIAL  OF  THE  DEAD. 

1.1.1.1. 


^OXt  St.  Thomas. 

s=2ii^iaii^illi 


E.H.  Thobke. 


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,         '  '  I  i  p-     1  I 


P'  -(•"  -2::?- 


A-men. 


i^ip: 


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zgng-Fi 

22: 


Christ  will  gather  in  His  own 
To  the  place  where  He  is  gone, 
Where  their  heart  and  treasure  lie, 
Where  our  life  is  hid  on  high. 

Day  by  day  the  voice  saith,  "  Come," 
Enter  thine  eternal  home  : 
Asking  not  if  we  can  spare 
This  dear  soul  it  summons  there. 

Had  He  asked  us,  well  we  know 
We  should  cry,  O  spare  this  blow  ! 
Yea,  with  streaming  tears  should  pray, 
Lord,  we  love  him,  let  him  stay. 

But  the  Lord  doth  nought  amiss, 
And  since  He  hath  ordered  this, 
We  have  nought  to  do  but  still 
Rest  in  silence  on  His  will. 

Many  a  heart  no  longer  here. 
Ah,  was  all  too  inly  dear  ! 
Yet,  O  Love,  'tis  Thou  dost  call. 
Thou  wilt  be  our  all  in  all.     Amen. 


239 


232. 


Peace. 


BURIAL   OF  THE  DEAD. 

CM. 


W.  SlEBOTH. 


Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 

'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  His  arms. 

Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 

To  keep  us  from  our  love. 


A- 

men. 

Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 

The  graves  of  all  His  saints  He  blest, 

And  softened  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 

But  with  the  dying  Head  .'' 

Thence  He  arose,  ascending  high. 
And  show'd  our  feet  the  way ; 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 


Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound. 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  I 

Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies  I    Amen. 


BURIAL  OF  THE  DEAD, 

<60t>«  St.  ViNCEST.  L.M. 


J.  Uglow. 


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How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day, 

When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene, 
And  the  broad  sun's  retiring  ray 

Sheds  a  mild  lustre  o'er  the  scene  ! 

Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour, 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest  ; 
And  faith,  rekindling  all  its  power. 

Lights  up  the  languor  of  his  breast. 

There  is  a  radiance  in  his  eye, 

A  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek. 
That  seems  to  tell  of  glory  nigh 

In  language  that  no  tongue  can  speak. 

A  beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 

The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road  ; 
And  angels  are  attending  near 

To  bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. 

O  Lord,  that  we  may  thus  depart, 
Thy  joys  to  share.  Thy  face  to  see. 

Impress  thine  image  on  our  hearts, 
And  teach  us  now  to  walk  with  thee.    Amen. 


241 


234. 


BURIAL   OF  THE  DEAD. 


Reqitiem. 


7.T.T.7.7.7. 


W.  SCHOLTES. 


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Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust, 
Lord,  we  own  the  sentence  just ; 
Head  and  tongue,  and  hand  and  heart. 
All  in  guilt  have  borne  their  part ; 
Righteous  is  the  common  doom, 
All  must  moulder  in  the  tomb. 

Like  the  seed  in  spring-time  sown. 
Like  the  leaves  in  autumn  strown, 
Low  these  goodly  frames  must  lie, 
All  our  pomp  and  glory  die  ; 
Soon  the  spoiler  seeks  his  prey, 
Soon  he  bears  us  all  away. 


Yet  the  seed,  upraised  again. 
Clothes  with  green  the  smiling  plain; 
Onward  as  the  seasons  move. 
Leaves  and  blossoms  deck  the  grove  ; 
And  shall  we  forgotten  lie. 
Lost  for  ever,  when  we  die  ? 

Lord  from  nature's  gloomy  night 
Turn  we  to  the  Gospel's  light ; 
Thou  didst  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Thou  wilt  all  Thy  people  save ; 
Ransom'd  by  Thy  Blood,  the  just 
Rise  immortal  from  the  dust.     Amen. 


242 


BURIAL    OF  THE  DEAD. 

<^Ovt  Pentecost.  L.M. 


W.  Boyd. 


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Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  repose, 

Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 

With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  painful  sting ! 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 

Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour 

That  manifests    the  Saviour's  power. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  for  me 

May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ! 

Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 

But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


243 


BURIAL   OF  THE  DEAD. 


loOO  Consolation, 


7.&.T.8.7.7. 


W.  B.  Gilbert. 


'^=«ip^^ii^^ 


Tender  Shepherd,  thou  hast  still'd 

Now  thy  little  lamb's  brief  weeping  ; 
Ah,  how  peaceful,  pale,  and  mild 
In  its  narrow  bed  'tis  sleeping, 
And  no  sign  of  anguish  sore 
Heaves  that  little  bosom  more. 

In  this  world  of  care  and  pain, 

Lord,  Thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it; 
To  the  sunny  heavenly  plain 

Thou  dost  now  with  joy  receive  it ; 
Clothed  in  robes  of  spotless  white, 
Now  it  dwells  with  Thee  in  light. 

Ah,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that  we 

Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 
And  the  lovely  pastures  see 

That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving  ; 
Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove, 
Though  Thou  take  what  most  we  love. 


Amen. 


244 


237. 


Abbidge. 


BURIAL  OF  THE  DEAD. 

CM. 


Isaac  Ssttph. 


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Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drov/n'd  in 
grief 

Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 

What  though  the  arm  of  conqu'ring 
death 
Does  God's  own  house  invade  ? 
What   though    the    prophet   and   the 
priest 
Be  number'd  with  the  dead  ? 

Though   earthly   shepherds   dwell   in 
dust, 
The  aged,  and  the  young. 


The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  closed, 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue,— 

Th'  Eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  His  voice 

Still  animates  our  heart. 

"Lo,  I  am  with  you,"saiththe  Lord; 

"  My  Church  shall  safe  abide  ; 
For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own. 

Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song. 

When  we  are  cold  in  dust.    Amen. 


245 


238. 


FOR  USE  AT  SEA. 


T.l.l.l. 


Geeman  Htmn. 


?ii=^££^i^pippz:^^iE^ 


3r~c> — ^c:?" 


■PT" 


-(S-  F  -^- 


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A-men. 


J::S=[22: 


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On  the  waters  dark  and  drear, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  Thou  art  near ; 
With  our  ship  where'er  it  roam, 
As  with  loving  friends  at  home. 

Thou  hast  walk'd  the  heaving  wave, 
Thou  art  mighty  still  to  save  ; 
With  one  gentle  word  of  peace, 
Thou  canst  bid  the  tempest  cease. 

Safely  from  the  boisterous  main 
Bring  us  back  to  port  again ; 
In  our  haven  we  shall  be. 
Jesus  if  we  have  but  Thee. 

Only  by  Thy  power  and  love 
Fit  us  for  the  port  above ; 
Still  the  deadly  storm  within, 
Gusts  of  passion,  waves  of  sin. 

So  when  breaks  the  glorious  dawn 
Of  the  Resurrection  morn, 
When  the  night  of  toil  is  o'er. 
We  shall  see  Thee  on  the  shore. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ; 

Praise  unending  unto  Thee, 

Now  and  evermore  shall  be.     Amen. 


246 


239 


FOR  USE  A  T   SEA. 


CM. 


Tallis. 


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:^=^: 


T=>~ 


T^-ct. 


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2=^=^: 


izq: 


ts^^ 


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A-men. 


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^: 


SE^i 


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The  ark  of  God  in  safety  rode 

Upon  the  foaming  waves  ; 
The  hand  of  God  is  with  us  still, 

He  loves  us  and  He  saves. 

A  way  was  open'd  in  the  sea, 

Parted  by  Moses'  rod  ; 
The  stormy  surge  a  highway  is 

To  all  who  trust  in  God. 

O  Thou  whose  way  is  on  the  waves, 

Defend  us  on  the  deep  ; 
Our  queen,  our  country,  all  we  love, 

Bless,  and  in  safety  keep. 

Each  at  his  post,  the  work  assigned 

In  order  we  fulfil; 
So  may  we  in  the  bark  of  Christ 

Obey  His  holy  will. 

The  helmsman  steers  us  through  the 
storms 

And  quicksands  to  the  shore  ; 
Christ  at  the  helm  His  vessel  guides 

To  peace  for  evermore. 

Our  ship  may  founder;  but  the  sea 
Will  one  day  yield  its  dead ; 

And  all  Christ's  loyal  crew  will  then 
Be  safe  with  Christ  their  head. 

Amen. 


217 


240. 


MOKTKEAIi. 


FOR   USE  AT  SEA. 

8.6.8.8.8.6. 


J.  W.  F.  Hakeisox. 


1 1 1 7--^ 1 1- 1 1 1 1— 


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■^  If?:  J- 


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I    J      I  I 


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A  -  men. 


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isillEill 


Deep  down  beneath  the  unresting  surge, 
There  is  a  peaceful  tomb  ; 

Storm  raves  above,  calm  reigns  below, 

Safe,  safe  from  ocean's  wreck  and  woe ; 

Safe  from  its  tide's  unceasing  flow, 
The  peaceful  find  a  home. 

Who  dies  in  Christ  the  Lord  dies  well. 

Though  on  the  lonely  main  : 
As  soft  the  pillow  of  the  deep. 
As  tranquil  the  uncurtain'd  sleep, 
As  on  the  couch  where  fond  ones  weep ; 
And  they  shall  rise  again. 

The  cold  sea's  coldest,  hidden  depths 
Shall  hear  the  trump  of  God  : 

Death's  reign  on  sea  and  land  is  o'er  ; 
248 


God's  treasured  ones  he  must  restore  ; 
God's  buried  gems  he  holds  no  more 
Beneath  or  wave  or  clod. 

O'er  this  loved  clay  God  sets  His  watch  ; 

The  angels  guard  him  well ; 
Till  summon'd  by  the  trumpet  loud, 
Like  star  emerging  from  the  cloud. 
Or  blossom  from  its  sheltering  shroud, 

He  leaves  his  ocean-cell. 

Oh  Jesus  Christ !     Oh  risen  Lord  ! 

Let  life,  nor  death  prevail : 
Make  haste,  great  Conqueror,  make  haste; 
Call  up  the  dead  of  ages  past ; 
Gather  Thy  precious  gems  at  last 

From  ocean's  deepest  vale.     Amen. 


FOR   USE  A  T  SEA. 

P.M. 


<64X«  Gknkesaret. 

Molto  allegro 


G.  F.  Hardwicrt;. 


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Slow. 


When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is  streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning  is  gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to  cherish, 
We  fly  to  our  maker:  "Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." 

O  Jesus,  once  rock'd  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  Thy  pillow, 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish. 
Who  cries  m  his  anguish :  "  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish," 

And  O,  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging, 
When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  wild  warfare  is  waging, 
Then  send  down  Thy  Spirit  Thy  redeemed  to  cherish, 
Rebuke  the  destroyer  :  "  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." 


249 


FOR    USE  AT  SF.A. 

P.M. 


Kev.  G.  W.  TOEBAirCE. 


«v4/Wt    ExmoCLVDOIT. 

1       1^    i<    I        I       I  I*    ^    ^     ^  _  III  I       (^ 


««r  libitum. 


P  P     SS>-    III  ... 


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260 


Fierce  was  the  wild  billow, 

Dark  was  the  night, 
Oars  labour'd  heavily, 

Foam  glitter'd  white, 
Trembled  the  mariners, 

Peril  was  high ; 
Then  said  the  God  of  God,— 

"Peace!  It  is  I." 

Ridge  of  the  mountain-wave, 

Lower  thy  crest ! 
Wail  of  the  tempest-wind 

Be  thou  at  rest ! 
Sorrow  can  never  be, 

Darkness  must  fly, 
AVhere  saith  the  Light  of  Light, 

"Peace  !  It  is  I." 

Jesus  deliverer, 

Near  to  us  be  ; 
Sootjie  Thou  our  voyaging 

Over  life's;  sea ; 
Thou,  when  the  storm  of  death, 

Roars,  sweeping  by, 
Whisper,  Thou  Truth  of  Truth, 

"  Peace  !  It  is  1." 


FOR  THOSE  AT  SEA. 


243. 


Melita. 


8's  6  lines. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save, 
Whose  arm  hath  bound  the  restless  wave, 
Who  bid'st  the  mighty  ocean  deep 
Its  own  appointed  limits  keep  : 

O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 

For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

O  Christ,  whose  voice  the  waters  heard 
And  hush'd  their  raging  at  Thy  word, 
Who  walkest  on  the  foaming  deep, 
And  calm  amidst  its  rage  didst  sleep; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

Most  Holy  Spirit,  who  didst  brood 
Upon  the  chaos  dark  and  rude, 
And  bid  its  angry  tumult  cease. 
And  give,  for  wild  confusion,  peace ; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

O  Trinity  of  love  and  power. 
Our  brethren  shield  in  danger's  hour 
From  rock  and  tempest,  fire  and  foe 
Protect  them  wheresoe'er  they  go  ; 
Thus  evermore  shall  rise  to  Thee 
Glad  hymns  of  praise  from  land  and  sea. 


Amen. 


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244. 


ESSAEBB. 


FOR  THOSE  A  T  SEA. 

8.7.8.4. 


S.  F.  BlLET. 


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Star  of  peace  !  to  wanderers  weary, 

Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me  ; 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  of  hope  !  gleam  on  the  billow, 

Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  Thee, 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  of  faith  !  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  Thee  ; 
Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking. 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  divine  !  oh,  safely  guide  him, — 
Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  Thee  ! 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
Far,  far  at  sea.     Amen. 


LAYING  OF  A  CORNER  STONE. 

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This  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay,  "^^ 

We  build  the  temple  Lord  to  Thee  ;  — 

Thine  eye  be  open  night  and  day  —^-f^- 
To  guard  this  house  and  sanctuary.  ^  men. 

Here  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face,  E^Z^SuN 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live  :  1! 

Hear  Thou,  in  heaven.  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  Thou  hearest,  O  forgive. 


Hear,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 
The  blessed  gospel  of  Thy  Son  : 

Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 
Hosanna  to  their  heavenly  King  ; 

Let  heaven,  with  earth,  the  strain  prolong, 
Hosanna,  let  the  angels  sing. 

But  will,  indeed,Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 

Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign. 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 


That  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not.  Lord,  this  house  alone  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  in  every  heart, 

In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne.     Amen. 


253 


LA  YING  OF  A  CORNER  STONE. 

«&4Dt  Melcombe.  L.M. 


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A-men. 


O  LORD  of  hosts,  whose  glory  fills 
The  bounds  of  the  eternal  hills, 
And  yet  vouchsafes,  in  Christian  lands, 
To  dwell  in  temples  made  with  hands ; 

Grant  that  all  we  who  here  to-day 
Rejoicing  this  foundation  lay, 
May  be  in  very  deed  Thine  own. 
Built  on  the  precious  corner-stone. 

Endue  the  creatures  with  Thy  grace 
That  shall  adorn  Thy  dwelling-place  ; 
The  beauty  of  the  oak  and  pine. 
The  gold  and  silver,  make  them  Thine. 

To  Thee  they  all  pertain  ;  to  Thee 
The  treasures  of  the  earth  and  sea; 
And  when  we  bring  them  to  Thy  throne 
We  but  present  Thee  with  Thine  own. 

The  heads  that  guide,  endue  with  skill ; 
The  hands  that  work  preserve  from  ill  ; 
That  we,  who  these  foundations  lay. 
May  raise  the  topstone  in  its  day.     Amen. 


254 


LA  YING 

4w4  /  •  Habewooo. 


OF  A  CORNER  STONE, 

S.  S.  Wesley,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Christ  is  our  corner-stone, 
On  Him  alone  we  build ; 
With  His  true  saints  alone 
The  courts  of  heaven  are  fiU'd ; 
On  His  great  love 
Our  hopes  we  place 
Of  present  grace 
And  joys  above. 

O  then  with  hymns  of  praise 

These  hallow'd  courts  shall  ring, 
Our  voices  we  will  raise 
The  Three  in  One  to  sing ; 
And  thus  proclaim 
In  joyful  song 
Both  loud  and  long 
That  glorious  name. 


Here,  gracious  God,  do  Thou 

For  evermore  draw  nigh ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 
And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh  ; 
In  copious  shower 
On  all  who  pray 
Each  holy  day 
Thy  blessings  pour. 

Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 
The  grace  which  we  implore ; 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 
Be  with  us  evermore. 
Until  that  day 
When  all  the  blest 
To  endless  rest 
Are  call'd  away. 


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248. 


CHURCH  DEDICATION. 


Ibtpkomptu. 


L.  M. 


p.  K.  Maclagak,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found. 
And  every  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 

For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 
Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come. 
And  going  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

Dear  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few. 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  name. 

Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 
And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 

Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thcu  art  near; 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear; 
O  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own  ! 


266 


249. 


St.  Petek. 


CHURCH  DEDICATION. 

CM. 


A.  B.  Keinagle, 


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Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear ! 

Thy  presence  now  display  : 
As  Thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer 

So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace 
And  love  and  concord  dwell : 

Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

May  we  in  faith  receive  Thy  word. 
In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 

And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

The  hearing  ear,  the  seeing  eye, 

The  contrite  heart  bestow  ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

That  we  in  grace  may  grow.     Amen. 


257 


250 


St.  Bees. 


CHURCH  DEDICA  TION. 

1.1.1.1.  Kev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Lord  of  hosts  !  to  Thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise  : 
Thou  Thy  people's  hearts  prepare, 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer ! 

Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  Thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread ; 

Here  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 

May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest ! 

Here  may  this  Thy  temple  stand 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ! 
Here  reveal  Thy  mercy  sure. 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure  ! 

Hallelujah  !  earth  and  sky 

To  the  joyful  sound  reply  ! 

Hallelujah  !  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end  ! 


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251. 


MISSIONS. 


Redhkad. 


7.7.7.7. 


Melody. 


Soldiers  of  the  Cross,  arise  ! 
Gird  you  with  your  armor  bright ; 
Mighty  are  your  enemies, 
Hard  the  battle  ye  must  fight. 

O'er  a  faithless  fallen  world 
Raise  your  banner  in  the  sky  \ 
Let  it  float  there  wide  unfurl'd ; 
Bear  it  onward  ;  lift  it  high. 

'Mid  the  homes  of  want  and  woe, 
Strangers  to  the  living  word, 
Let  the  Saviour's  herald  go, 
Let  the  voice  of  hope  be  heard. 


Where  the  shadows  deepest  lie, 
Carry  truth's  unsullied  ray  ; 
Where  are  crimes  of  blackest  dye, 
There  the  saving  sign  display. 

To  the  weary  and  the  worn 
Tell  of  realms  where  sorrows  cease  ; 
To  the  outcast  and  forlorn 
Speak  of  mercy  and  of  peace. 

Guard  the  helpless ;  seek  the  stray'd ; 
Comfort  troubles  ;  banish  grief  ; 
In  the  might  of  God  array'd, 
Scatter  sin  and  unbelief. 


Be  the  banner  still  unfurl'd, 

Still  unsheathed  the  Spirit's  sword. 

Till  the  kingdom  ■■  of  the  world 

Are  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord.     Amen. 


259 


252. 


MISSIONS. 


St.  George. 


CM. 


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Salvation  !  oh  !  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ! 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears  ! 

Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  Divine, 

To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound  !     Amen. 


260 


253. 


MISSIONS. 


Duke  St. 


L.M. 


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Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  head : 
His  Name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song. 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  name. 

Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen  I 


261 


MISSIONS. 

8.7.8.7.8=?. 


"W.  B.  Gilbert  Mrs-  Bap. 


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Souls  in  heathen  darkness  lying, 

Where  no  light  has  broken  through, 
Souls  that  Jesus  bought  by  dying, 

Whom  His  soul  in  travail  knew — 
Thousand  voices 

Call  us,  o'er  the  waters  blue. 
Christians,  hearken  !     None  has  taught  them 

Of  His  love  so  deep  and  dear; 
Of  the  precious  price  that  bought  them; 

Of  the  nail,  the  thorn,  the  spear  ; 
Ye  who  know  Him, 

Guide  them  from  their  darkness  drear. 
Haste,  O  haste,  and  spread  the  tidings 

Wide  to  earth's  remotest  strand; 
Let  no  brother's  bitter  chidings 

Rise  against  us  when  we  stand 
In  the  judgment. 

From  some  far,  forgotten  land. 
Lo !  the  hills  for  harvest  whiten, 

All  .nlong  each  distant  shore  ; 
Seaward  far  the  islands  brighten  ; 

Light  of  nations  !  lead  us  o'er  : 
'VVhen  we  seek  them, 

Let  Thy  Spirit  go  before.     Amen. 


255. 


Melcombe. 


MISSIONS. 


L.M. 


S.  Webbe. 


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O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 

In  all  the  fulness  of  Thy  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 

Descend  upon  our  fallen  race. 

Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 

Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light, 

Confusion,  order  in  Thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might ; 

Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

Baptize  the  nations  far  and  nigh, 
The  triumphs  of  the  Cross  record ; 

The  name  of  Jesus  glorify. 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord.     Amen. 


263 


256. 


Missionary  Hymn. 


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MISSIONS. 


7.6.7.6.7.G.7.6. 


LoTTELL  Mason,'  Mrs.  j)o<-. 


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From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand. 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  ca!l  us  to  cieliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 


What  though  the  spicy  breezes. 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  tu  wood  and  stone. 


Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !   O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim. 
Till  each  remotest  nati(m 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 


Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story. 

And  you,  ye  waters    roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  J 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign.     Amen. 


264 


257. 


Teuko. 


MISSIONS. 

L.M. 


Dr.  Bukney. 


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Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake. 
Put  on  Thy  strength,  the  nations  shake  ; 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee. 

Say  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne, 
I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  : 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

Let  Sion's  time  of  favor  come  ; 
O  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home; 
And  let  our  wondering  eyes  behold 
Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Jesus'fold. 

Almighty  God,  Thy, grace  proclaim 

In  every  clime,  of  every  name  ; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  Thee  fall, 

And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all.     Amen. 


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258. 


Atoxement. 


MISSIONS. 

8.7.8.7. 


G.  "W.  TOERAXCE. 


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Saviour,  sprinkle  many  nations, 
Fruitful  let  Thy  sorrows  be  ; 

By  Thy  pains  and  consolations, 
Draw  the  nations  unto  Thee. 

Of  Thy  Cross  the  wondrous  story, 

Be  it  to  the  nations  told  ; 
Let  them  see  Thee  in  Thy  glory 

And  Thy  mercy  manifold. 

Far  and  wide,  though  all  unknowing, 
Pants  for  Thee  each  mortal  breast; 

Human  tears  for  Thee  are  flowing, 
Human  hearts  in  Thee  would  rest. 

Thirsting  as  for  dews  of  even. 
As  the  new-mown  grass  for  rain, 

Thee  they  seek,  as  God  of  heaven, 
Thee,  as  man  for  sinners  slain. 

Saviour,  lo  !  the  isles  are  waiting, 
Stretch'd  the  hand,  and  strain'd  the 
sight, 
For  Thy  Spirit  new  creating, 

Love's    yure   flame    and   wisdom's 
light. 

Give  the  word!  and  of  the  preaclier 
Speed    the     foot     and    touch    the 
tongue, 

Till  on  earth  by  every  creature 

Glory  lo  the  Lamb  be  sung !    Amen. 


203 


259. 


MISSIONS. 


Steggall. 


S.M. 


DE.  STEGGAI.L. 


To  bless   Thy  chosen  race, 

In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  Thy  face 

On  all  Thy  saints  to  shine : 

That  so  Thy  wondrous  way 
May  through  the  world  be  known  ; 

While  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  salvation  own. 

O  let  them  shout  and  sing, 

With  joy  and  pious  mirth. 
For  Thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 

Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

Let  differing  nations  join 

To  celebrate  Thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 

To  praise  Thy  glorious  name. 

Then  God  upon  our  land 

Shall  constant  blessings  shower  ; 
And  all  the  world  in  awe  shall  stand 

Of  His  resistless  power.  A-men. 


26f 


MISSIONS. 

8.7-8.7.4.7. 


«&UU(  St.  L0OT9. 


"W.  B.  Gilbert, 


O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 
Look,  my  soul  !  be  still, — and  gaze ; 

See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace  : 

Blessed  jubilee  ! 
Let    thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

Let  the  dark  benighted  pagan, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 

Once  obtained  on  Calvary  : 
Let  the  gospel 

Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole  ! 

Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness — 
Grant  them,  Lord,  tlie  glorious  light ; 

Now  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

Let  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conque  ■, — never  cease  ; 
May  Tliy  lasting,  wide  dominions 

Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 
Sway  Thy  sceptre, 

Saviour !  all  the  world  around.     Amen. 


2d8 


MISSIONS. 


.«  Old  Httitdkedth. 


L.M. 


Great  God,  whose  universal  sway, 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  Thy  Son ; 
Extend  His  power,  exalt  His  throne. 

As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  He  send  his  influence  down ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils. 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  His  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

The  saints  shall  flourish  in  His  days, 
Dress'd  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  His  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 


289 


262. 


MISSIONS. 


"Uplift  the  Banner." 


L.M. 


:z^-=in:il=:J.=:^=n=l=h 


J.  "W.  F.  Harrison. 


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"2 — mzii^ — !  — N — n — I — ^~ 


I  kaa         II  III 


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A  -  men. 


Uplift  the  banner  !     Let  it  float 

Sky-ward  and  sea-ward,  high  and  wide  ; 

The  sun  shall  light  its  shining  folds, 
The  Cross  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 

Uplift  the  banner  !     Angels  .bend 
In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 

And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  love  Divine. 

Uplift  the  banner  !     Heathen  lands 
Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight, 

And  nations,  gathering  at  the  call, 
Their  spirits  kindle  in  its  light. 

Uplift  the  banner  !     Let  it  float 

Sky-ward  and  sea-ward,  high  and  wide  : 
Our  glory  only  in  the  Cross, 

Our  only  hope  the  Crucified. 

Uplift  the  banner  !  wide  and  high, 
.Sea-ward  and  sky-ward  let  it  shine  : 

Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit  ours  ; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign.     Amen. 


270 


MISSIONS. 


L.  W.  Sheubsole. 


All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call  ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  small, 

Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 


Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

And  all  that  on  Him  call, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe. 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng. 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song. 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all !    Amen. 


271 


FOR   THE  JEWS. 

^UfXa  "Woolmer's.  L.M.  Sir  F.  a.  G.  O0SELET,  Bt.  Mus.  Doc. 


I 


High  on  the  bending  -willows  hung, 
Israel,still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string? 

Still  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Sion's  song:  denies  to  sin^  ? 

Awake  !  thy  loudest  raptures  raise  : 
Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains  ; 

Thy  promised  King  His  sceptre  sways; 
Behold,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 

By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam. 
And,  weeping,  think  on  Jordan's  flood; 

In  every  clime  behold  a  home. 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 

No  taunting  foes  the  song  require  ; 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain  ; 
Thy  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 

And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

Then  why,  on  bending  willows  hung, 
Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string? 

Why  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Sion's  song  delays  to  sing  ? 


272 


265. 


"Wabeham. 


FOR  THE  yEWS. 

L.M. 


"W.  Knapp. 


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O  WHY  should  Israel's  sons,  once  bless'd, 
Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around; 

Disown'd  of  heaven,  by  man  oppress'd, 
Outcasts  from  Zion's  hallow'd  ground  ? 

O  God  of  Israel,  view  their  race  ; 

Back  to  Thy  fold  the  wanderers  bring, 
Teach  them  to  seek  Thy  slighted  grace, 

To  hail  in  Christ  their  promised  King. 

The  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain. 

Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious  light; 

The  sever'd  olive-branch  again 
To  its  own  parent  stock  unite. 

Haste,  glorious  day,  expected  long, 
When  Jew  and  Greek  one  prayer  shall  raise 

With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 
One  God  with  grateful  rapture  praise. 


273 


266. 


Eden. 


FOR  THE  JEWS. 

7.6.7.6. 


ACAU. 


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Oh,  that  the  Lord's  salvation 
Were  out  of  Zion  come, 

To  heal  His  ancient  nation, 
To  lead  His  outcasts  home! 

How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 

Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity; 
Re-build  her  walls  again. 

Let  fall  Thy  rod  of  terror ; 

Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error  ; 

Release  the  fetter'd  heart. 

Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see  ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning. 

And  bind  Thy  Church  to  Thee. 


274 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SER  VICES. 

ii\}  §  t  Haste.  P.M.  G.  F.  Hakdwicke. 


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Haste,  traveller,  haste !  the  night  comes  on, 
And  many  a  shining  hour  is  gone  ; 
The  storm  is  gathering  in  the  west, 
And  thou  art  far  from  home  and  rest ; 

Haste,  traveller,  haste ! 

O  far  from  home  thy  footsteps  stray  ; 
Christ  is  the  Life,  and  Christ  the  Way ; 
And  Christ  the  Light,  thy  setting  Sun, 
Sinks  ere  thy  morning  is  begun; 

Haste,  traveller,  haste ! 


Awake,  awake !  pursue  thy  way 
With  steady  course,  while  yet  'tis  day; 
While  thou  art  sleeping  on  the  ground, 
Danger  and  darkness  gather  round ; 

Haste,  traveller,  haste ! 

The  rising  tempest  sweeps  the  sky ; 
The  rains  descend,  the  winds  are  high ; 
The  waters  swell,  and  death  and  fear 
Beset  thy  path,  no  refuge  near  ; 

Haste,  traveller,  haste ! 


O  yes !  a  shelter  you  may  gain, 
A  covert  from  the  wind  and  rain, 
A  hiding-place,  a  rest,  a  home, 
A  refuge  from  the  wrath  to  come ; 

Haste,  traveller,  haste ! 


275 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SERVICES. 

«wOOi    HURSLEY.  L.M. 


Old  Tunb. 


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0  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 

At  Jesus'feet  to  lay  it  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'feet ! 

When  shall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  see  ? 

Weary,  O  Lord,  Thou  know'st  I  am; 
Yet  still  I  cannot  come  to  Thee. 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  ; 

Saviour!  (if  mine  indeed  Thou  art,) 
Give  me  Thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  Thy  image  on  my  heart ! 

Fain  would  I  learn  of  Thee,  my  God, 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove. 

The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  Thy  dying  love. 

This  moment  would  I  take  it  up, 
And  after  my  dear  Master  bear  ; 

With  Thee  ascend  to  Calvary's  top. 
And  bow  my  head  and  sufter  there. 

1  would ;  but  Thou  must  give  the  power, 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release : 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 
And  fill  me  with  Thy  perfect  peace  ! 

Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Nor  let  Thy  chariot-wheels  delay; 

Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear  ! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 


276 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SERVICES. 

<wUtli  TK0ST.  P.M.  Rev.  G.  "W.  ToRRAKCB. 


Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace 

Of  love  or  joy  or  inward  grace 

Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place, 

O  guilty  sinner,  come  ! 

Burden'd  with  guilt,  would'st  thou  be  blest  ? 
Trust  not  the  world,  it  gives  no  rest ; 
Christ  brings  relief  to  hearts  opprest ; 

O  weary  sinner,  come  ! 

Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross  ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  worthless  dross; 
His  grace  o'erpays  all  earthly  loss  ; 

O  needy  sinner,  come. 

Come  hither  !  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears  ; 
'Tis  Mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears ; 

O  trembling  sinner,  come ! 


277 


270. 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SER  VICES. 


Teust. 


Rev.  G.  W.  ToKKAircE. 


Just  as  I  am, — without  one  plea, 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am, — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am, — though  toss'd  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am, — poor,  wretched,  blind- 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am, — Thou  wilt  receive. 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  T  am, — Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea.  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


273 


PAROCHIAL   MISSION  SERVICES. 

<w  •  X  •  BuTTEKBY.  1.1,1.1.  Bey.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


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Hasten,  sinner !  to  be  wise  ; 

Stay  not  for  tlie  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 

Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 

Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

Hasten,  sinner  !  now  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 

Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

Hasten,  sinner !  to  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun.     Amen. 


279 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SERVICES. 

<w /<«•  Prodigal.  8.6.8.6.4. 


J.  W.  F,  Habeisok. 


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Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home  ; 

Thy  Father  calls  for  thee  ; 
No  longer  now  an  exile  roam 

In  guilt  and  misery. 

Return  !  Return  ! 

Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee  : 
"  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  Come," 

Oh,  now  for  refuge  flee  ! 

Return  !  Return  ! 

Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home  ; 

'Tis  madness  to  delay  ; 
There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 

And  brief  is  mercy's  day. 

Return  !  Return  !     Amen. 


280 


273. 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SEE  VICES. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


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Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why : 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  Himself  to  live  : 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands ; 
Asks  the  work  of  His  own  hands  : 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  His  love,  and  die  ? 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why : 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve. 
Died  Himself  that  ye  might  live, 


Will  ye  let  Him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  His  grace  and  die  ? 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  : 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  His  love  : 
Will  ye  not  His  grace  receive  .'' 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ?    Amen. 


A-men. 


281 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SER  VICES. 

4^74t  Hebro-v.  D.S.M. 


A-men. 


:& 


.i±;^-r=s-f^-g-Fh=b=L:zti-Ellgl|=B r:d3 


I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controll'd. 

I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 
The  Father  souglit  Mis  child, 

They  follow'd  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 
O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 
Famish'd,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 

They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love  ; 
They  saved  the  wandering  one. 
2y2 


Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 
'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul. 

'Twas  He  that  wash'd  me  in  His  blood, 
'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 
That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 

'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 
'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controll'd  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  vShcpherd's  voic«, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold. 

I  was  a  wayward  cliild, 

I  once  prefcrr'd  to  roam, 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  His  home.     Amen. 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SERVICES. 

4&  8  iJ*  Crucifixcs. 

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Cling  to  the  Crucified  : 
His  death  is  life  to  thee, 
Life  for  eternity. 
His  pains  thy  pardon  seal; 
His  stripes  thy  bruises  heal : 
His  Cross  proclaims  thy  peace, 
Bids  every  sorrow  cease. 
His  blood  is  all  to  thee, 

It  purges  thee  from  sin  ; 
It  sets  thy  spirit  free, 

It  keeps  thy  conscience  clean. 

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Cling  to  the  Crucified  : 

His  is  a  heart  of  love. 

Vast  as  the  heavens  above  ; 

Its  depths  of  sympathy 

Are  all  awake  for  thee  : 

His  countenance  is  light, 

Even  in  the  darkest  night. 

That  love  shall  never  change, 
That  light  shall  ne'er  grow  dim  ; 

Charge  thou  thy  faithless  heart 
To  find  its  all  in  Him. 
Cling  to  the  Crucified. 


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PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SERVICES. 

^ /0»  St.  Raphael.  8.7.8.7.4.7. 


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Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore. 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
And  His  heart  with  love  runs  o'er  : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing :  doubt  no  more. 

Come,  ye  needy,  come,  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance. 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money. 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 


Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall, 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  purer. 
Your  will  never  come  at  all: 

Not  the  righteous. 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden. 

You  Redeemer  prostrate  lies  ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  liim ! 
Hear  Him  crv  before  He  dies, 

"It  is  fin'ish'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 


Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood  : 

Venture  on  him— venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good.  Amen. 


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PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SERVICES. 

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Jesus,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee  : 
Bend  from  heav'n  Thy  gracious  ear  ; 

"While  our  waiting  souls  adore  Thee, 
Friend  of  helpless  sinners,  hear ! 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us  good  Lord  ! 

Taught  by  Thine  unerring  Spirit, 
Boldly  we  draw  nigh  to  God  ! 

Only  in  Thy  spotless  merit. 

Only  through  Thy  precious  blood  : 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

From  the  depth  of  nature's  blindness, 
From  the  hard'ning  power  of  sin. 

From  all  malice  and  unkindness. 
From  the  pride  that  lurks  within. 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 


When  temptation  sorely  presses, 
In  the  day  of  Satan's  power, 

Li  our  times  of  deep  distresses, 
In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

In  the  weary  night  of  sickness, 
In  the  throes  of  grief  and  pain. 

When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness, 
When  the  (freature's  help  is  vain ; 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

In  the  solemn  hour  of  dying, 
In  the  awful  Judgment-day, 

May  our  souls,  on  Thee  relying, 
Find  Thee  still  our  hope  and  stay  ; 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord !     Amen. 

285 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SERVICES. 


Ati'Q*  "Safe  Home." 


6.6.6.6.8.8. 


Akthub  Sullivan. 


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Safe  home,  safe  home  in  port ! 

Rent  cordage,  shatter'd  deck, 

Torn  sails,  provision  short, 

And  only  not  a  wreck ; 

But  oh,  the  joy  upon  the  shore 

To  tell  our  voyage  perils  o'er  ! 

The  prize,  the  prize  secure ! 

The  warrior  nearly  fell  ; 
Bore  all  he  could  endure, 
And  bore  not  always  well. 
But  he  may  smile  at  troubles  gone 
Who  sets  the  victor-garland  on  ! 

No  more  the  foe  can  harm ; 

No  more  of  leaguer'^d  camp, 
And  cry  of  night  alarm, 

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And  need  of  ready  lamp : 
And  yet  how  nearly  had  he  fail'd — 
How  nearly  had  that  foe  prevail'd ! 

The  lamb  is  in  the  fold, 

In  perfect  safety  penn'd  ; 
The  lion  once  had  hold, 

And  thought  to  make  an  end ; 
But  One  came  by  with  wounded  side, 
And  for  the  sheep  the  Shepherd  died. 

The  exile  is  at  home  !  — 
O  nights  and  days  of  tears, 

O  longings  not  to  roam, 

O  sins  and  doubts  and  fears ! 
What  matter  now,  when  (so  men  say) 

The  king  has  wiped  those  tears  away  ? 
Amen. 


PAROCHIAL  MISSION  SERVICES. 

<«/*/•  Aston.  S.M.  J.  Hey-wood. 


Out  of  the  deep  I  call 
To  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall, 
Be  merciful  to  me  ; 

Out  of  the  deep  I  cry, 
The  woeful  deep  of  sin, 
Of  evil  done  in  days  gone  by, 
Of  evil  now  within. 

Out  of  the  deep  of  fear. 
And  dread  of  coming  shame, 
From  morning  watch  till  night  is  near 
I  plead  the  precious  Name. 

Lord  there  is  mercy  now, 
As  ever  was  with  Thee  ; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  bow, 
Be  merciful  to  me  !     Amen. 


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280. 


ALMSGIVING. 


"  We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own."  S.M. 


E.  H.  Thorne. 


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We  ^ve  Thee  but  Thine  own, 
What'er  the  gift  may  be  : 

All  that  we  have  is  Thine  alone, 
A  trust,  O  Lord,  from  Thee. 

May  we  Thy  bounties  thus 
As  stewards  true  receive, 

And  gladly  as  Thou  blessest  us, 
To  Thee  our  first-fruits  give. 


O  !  hearts  are  bruised  and  dead, 
And  homes  are  bare  and  cold. 

And  lambs  for  whom  the  Shepherd  bled, 
Are  straying  from  the  fold. 

To  comfort  and  to  bless. 

To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 
To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless 

Is  angels'  work  below. 

The  captive  to  release. 

To  God  the  lost  to  bring. 
To  teacli  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 

It  is  a  Christ-like  thine:. 


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And  we  believe  Thy  word. 

Though  dim  our  faitli  may  be  ; 

Whate'er  for  Thine  we  do,  O  Lord, 
We  do  it  unto  Thee.     Amen. 


ALMSGIVING. 


281. 


Aemagh. 


CM. 


J.  TUELE. 


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Fountain  of  good,  to  own  Thy  love 

Our  thankful  hearts  incline ; 
What  can  we  render,  Lord,  to  Thee, 

When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 

But  Thou  hast  needy  brethren  here, 

Partakers  of  Thy  grace, 
Whose  humble  names  Thou  wilt  confess 

Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

In  their  sad  accents  of  distress 

Thy  pleading  voice  is  heard  ; 
In  them  Thou  may'st  be  clothed,  and  fed, 

And  visited,  and  cheer'd. 

Thy  face  with  reverence  and  with  love 

We  in  Thy  poor  would  see  ; 
For,  while  we  minister  to  them, 

We  do  it  Lord,  to  Thee. 


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282. 


Almsgiving. 


ALMSGIVING. 

8.8.8.4.  Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mcs.  Doc. 


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O  LORD  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
To  Thee  all  praise  and  glory  be ; 
How  shall  we  sho\v  our  love  to  Thee, 
Who  givest  all  ? 

The  golden  sunshine,  vernal  airs. 
Sweet  flowers  and  fruit.  Thy  love  declare  ; 
When  harvests  ripen,  Thou  art  there. 
Who  givest  all. 

For  peaceful  homes  and  healthful  days, 
For  all  the  blessings  earth  displays, 
We  owe  Thee  thankfulness  and  praise. 
Who  givest  all. 


For  souls  redeem'd,  for  sins  forgiven. 
For  means  of  grace  and  hopes  of  heaven. 
What  can  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  be  given, 
Who  givest  all } 

We  lose  what  on  ourselves  we  spend, 
We  have  as  treasure  without  end 
Whatever,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  lend, 
Who  givest  all. 

Whatever,  Lord,  we  lend  to  Thee 
Repaid  a  thousand-fold  will  be  ; 
Then  gladly  we  will  give  to  Thee, 
Who  givest  all. 


To  thee,  from  Whom  we  all  derive 
Our  life,  our  gifts,  our  power  to  give ; 
O  may  we  ever  with  Thee  live. 

Who  givest  all.    Amen. 


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283. 


ALMSGIVING. 


Messis. 


8.7.8.7.7.8. 


J.  W.  F.  Harkison. 


"  When  thy  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure, 

Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shalt  bind  ; 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind — 
This  thy  God  ordains  to  bless 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

"  When  thine  olive-plants  increasing, 

Pour  their  plenty  o'er  the  plain  ; 
Grateful  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing, 
But  search  not  the  boughs  again — 
This  thy  God  ordains  to  bless 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

"  When    thy  favour'd  vintage  flowing, 

Gladdens    thine  autumnal  scene; 
Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean — 
So  thy  God  ordains  to  bless 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless." 


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Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee 
In  loud  and  happy  chorus 

We  praise  Thy  love  and  power, 
Whose  goodness  reigneth  o'er  us  ! 
To  heaven  our  song  shall  soar, 

For  ever  shall  it  be 
Resounding  o'er  and  o'er  ; 
Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee ! 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thcc ! 
For  Thou  our  land  defendest  ; 
Thou  pourest  down  Thy  grace, 
And  strife  and  war  Thou  endest; 
Since  golden  peace,  O  Lord, 

Thou  grantest  us  to  see. 
Our  land  with  one  accord. 

Lord  God,  gives  thanks  to  Thee  ! 


Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee  I 
Thou  didst  indeed  chastise  us  ; 
Yet  still  Thy  anger  spares, 
And  still  Thy  mercy  tries  us  ; 
Once  more  our  Father's  hand 
Doth  bid  our  sorrows  flee, 
And  peace  rejoice  our  land: — 
Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee  I 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee  ! 
And  pray  Thee,  who  hath  blest  us, 
That  we  may  live  in  peace, 

And  none  henceforth  molest  us. 
Oh,  crown  us  with  Thy  love; 

Fulfil  our  cry  to  Thee  ; 
O  Father,  grant  our  prayer  ; 
Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee. 


292 


285. 


AFTER  PESTILENCE. 


St.  Oswald. 


L.M. 


Kev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doo. 


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O  GOD  whose  angel  stayed  his  hand 
Where  David  knelt  by  Oman's  floor, 

That  through  Thine  Israel's  mourning  land 
The  voice  of  health  might  sound  once  more  ; 

We  thank  Thee  for  Thy  pitying  care, 
Who  in  Thy  chastenings  still  art  love ; 

With  whom  the  Son  of  David's  prayer 
Prevails  upon  the  Mount  above. 

Thy  wisdom  did  not  spare  the  rod, 
Sore  smiting,  as  to  Thee  seem'd  best ; 

But  oh  !  our  Father  and  our  God, 
Thou  lovest  whom  Thou  chastenest ! 

And  One  there  stood,  when  none  could  save, 

Between  the  living  and  the  dead. 
The  incense  of  His  prayer  to  wave. 

And  plead  the  blood  Himself  had  shed. 

The  living  praise  Thee,  Lord,  to-day  : 
Our  dear  ones  on  the  eternal  shore 

We  leave  to  Thee  ;  and  only  pray 

That  we  may  fear  and  love  Thee  more.   Amen. 


293 


IN  TIME  OF  PEACE, 

4»00(  Cheist  Church.  P.M. 


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Before  the  Lord  we  bow, 

The  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  rules  the  world  below. 
Boundless  in  power  and  love  ; 
Our  thanks  we  bring 
In  joy  and  praise, 
Our  hearts  we  raise 
To  heaven's  high  King. 

The  nation  Thou  hast  blest 

May  well  Thy  love  declare, 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest. 
Protected  by  Thy  care. 
For  this  fair  land. 
For  this  briglit  day, 
Our  thanks  we  pay — 
Gifts  of  thy  hand. 

May  every  mountain  height, 
Each  vale  and  forest  green, 

Shine  in  Thy  word's  ])ure  light, 
And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen  ! 

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May  every  tongue 
Be  tuned  to  praise, 
And  join  to  raise 

A  grateful  song. 

Earth  !  hear  Thy  Maker's  voice, 

The  great  Redeemer  own, 
Believe,  obey,  rejoice, 
And  worship  Him  alone  ; 
Cast  down  Thy  pride, 
Thy  sin  deplore, 
And  bow  before 
The  Crucified. 

And  when  in  power  He  comes, 

O  may  our  native  land. 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 
Send  forth  a  glorious  band; 
A  countless  throng 
Ever  to  sing 
To  heaven's  high  King 
Salvation's  song.     Amen. 


287. 


HARVEST. 


MiLAIf. 


J.  H.  ScHEIIf . 


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Lord  of  the  harvest  1  once  again 
We  thank  Thee  for  the  ripen'd  grain  ; 
For  crops  safe  carried,  sent  to  cheer 
Thy  servants  through  another  year ; 
For  all  sweet  holy  thoughts  supplied 
By  seed-time,  and  by  harvest-tide. 

The  bare  dead  grain,  in  autumn  sown, 
Its  robe  of  vernal  green  puts  on  ; 
Glad  from  its  wintry  grave  it  springs, 
Fresh  garnish'd  by  the  King  of  kings: 
So,  Lord,  to  those  who  sleep  in  Thee 
Shall  new  and  glorious  bodies  be. 

Nor  vainly  of  Thy  Word  we  ask 
A  lesson  from  the  reaper's  task ; 
So  shall  Thine  angels  issue  forth  -, 
The  tares  be  burnt ;  the  just  of  earth, 
Playthings  of  sun  and  storm  no  more, 
Be  gathered  to  their  Father's  store. 

Daily,  O  Lord,  our  prayers  be  said, 
As  Thou  hast  taught,  for  daily  bread ; 
But  not  alone  our  bodies  feed ; 
Supply  our  fainting  spirits'  need  \ 
O  Bread  of  Life  !  from  day  to  day, 
Be  Thou  their  comfort,  food,  and  stay! 


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HAR  VEST. 

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Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-Home ! 
All  is  safely  gather'd  in. 
Ere  the  winter-storm  begin f 
God,  our  Maker,  doth  provide 
For  our  wants  to  be  supplied; 
Come  to  God's  own  Temjile,  come; 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-Home! 

What  is  earth  but  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  His  praise  to  yield? 
Wheat  and  tares  therein  are  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  ; 
Ripening  with  a  wondrous  power, 
Till  the  final  Harvest-Hour  ; 
Grant,  O  Lord  of  Life,  that  we 
Holy  grain  and  pure  may  be. 

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For  we  know  that  Thou  wilt  come, 
And  wilt  take  Thy  people  home  ; 
From  Thy  field  wilt  purge  away 
All  tlmt  doth  offend,  that  day  ; 
And  Thine  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast, 
lUit  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  Thy  garner  evermore. 

Come  then.  Lord  of  mercy,  come. 

Bid  us  sing  Thy  Harvest-Home  ! 

Let  Thy  saints  be  gather'd  in. 

Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin  : 

All  upon  the  golden  floor 

Praisnig  Thee  for  evermore  : 

("onie,  with  thousand  angels  come  ; 

Bid  us  sing  Thy  Harvest-Home  !     Amen. 


HAR  VEST. 


289. 


Haet's. 


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Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

For  the  blessings  of  the  field  ; 
For  the  store  the  gardens  yield ; 
For  the  joy  which  harvests  bring, 
Grateful  praises  now  we  sing. 

Clouds  that  drop  refreshing  dews  ; 
Suns  that  genial  heat  diffuse  ; 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain  ; 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain : 

All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the    smiling  land  ; 
All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  its  overflowing  stores  : 

These,  great  God,  to  Thee  we  owe. 
Source,  whence  all  our  blessings  flow; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 


297 


R.  COTTKTEVILIiE. 


Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 

Whose  gifts  all  creatures  share, 
The  rolling  seasons  as  they  move 

Proclaim  Thy  constant  care. 

When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  mark'd  its  secret  birth, 

And  sent  the  early  rain. 

The  spring's  sweet  influence  Lord,  was  Thine, 

The  seasons  knew  Thy  call ; 
Thou  mad'st  the  summer  sun  to  shine, 

The  summer  dews  to  fall. 


Thy  gifts  of  mercy  from  above 
Matured  the  swelling  grain ; 

And  now  the  harvest  crowns  Thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

Oh,  ne'er  may  our  forgetful  hearts 
O'erlook  Thy  bounteous  care  ; 

But  what  our  Father's  hand  imparts 
Still  own  in  praise  and  prayer. 


To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now. 
And  shall  be  evermore.     Amen. 


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291. 


MONKLAND. 


HARVEST. 


Aeb.  by  J.  Wilkes. 


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Praise,  O  praise,  our  God  and  King, 

Hymns  of  adoration  sing, 

For  His  mercies  still  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Praise  Him  that  He  made  the  sun 
Day  by  day  his  course  to  run. 

For  His  mercies  still  endure. 

Ever  faithful, ever  sure. 

Praise  Him  that  He  gave  the  rain 

To  mature  the  sweUing  grain, 

For  His  mercies  still  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

And  hath  bid  the  fruitful  field 
Crops  of  precious  increase  yield  ; 
For  his  mercies  still  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Praise  Him  for  our  harvest-store ; 

He  hath  fill'd  the  garner  floor 

For  His  mercies  still  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Glory  to  our  bounteous  King  ! 

Glory  let  creation  sing  ! 

Glory  to  the  Father,  Son, 
And  blest  Spirit,  Three  in  one ! 

Amen. 


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HARVEST, 

CM. 


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O  Fount  of  Mercy,  God  of  love  I 
How  rich  Thy  bounties  are  ! 

The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  Thy  constant  care. 

When  'neath  the  hosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 

And  sent  the  early  rain. 

The  spring's  sweet  influence  was  Thine; 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew  ; 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 

And  mild  refreshing  dew. 

These  various  mercies  from  above 

Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 
A  yellow  harvest  crowns  Thy  love. 

And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

Seed-time  and  harvest,  Lord,  alone 

Thou  dost  on  man  bestow  ; 
Then  let  him  not  forget  to  own 

From  whom  his  blessings  flowj 

O  Fount  of  love  !  our  praise  is  Thine  ; 

To  Thee  our  songs  we'll  raise  : 
And  all  created  nature  join, 

In  sweet  harmonious  praise  ! 


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NA  TIONAL  HUMILIA  TION. 

•  Wakeham.  L.M. 


"W.  KUAPP. 


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It  is  the  Lord :  behold  His  hand 

That  holds  on  high  a  chastening  rod : 

A  warning  whisper  thrills  the  land, 
"  Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God." 

Shall  we,  like  guilt-struck  Adam,  hide 
In  darkest  shade  our  conscious  fears? 

For  who  His  coming  may  abide  ? 

Or  who  shall  stand,  when  He  appears  ? 

No  ;  let  us  throng  around  His  seat : 
No  ;  let  us  meet  Him  face  to  face  ; 

Prostrate  our  spirits  at  His  feet. 
Confess  our  sins,  and  sue  for  grace. 

Who  knows  but  God  will  hear  our  cries, 
Turn  swift  destruction  from  our  path, 

Restrain  His  judgments,  or  chastise 
In  tender  mercj^,  not  in  wrath  ? 

He  will,  He  will,  for  Jesus  pleads  ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  such  love  record ; 
For  us,  for  us,  He  intercedes  : 

Our  help  is  nigh,  that  help  the  Lord.     Amen. 


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294 


IN  TIME  OF  WAR. 


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L.M. 


O  God  of  love,  O  King  of  peace, 
Make  wars  throughout  the  world  to  cease; 
The  wrath  of  sinful  men  restrain  ; 
Give  peace,  O  God,  give  peace  again. 

Remember,  Lord,  Thy  works  of  old, 
The  wonders  that  our  fathers  told  ; 
Remember  not  our  sin's  dark  stain; 
Give  peace,  O  God,  give  peace  again. 

Whom  shall  we  trust  but  Thee,  O  Lord  ? 
Where  rest  but  on  Thv  faitiiful  word  ? 
None  ever  called  on  Thee  in  vain  ; 
Give  peace,  O  God,  give  peace  again. 

Where  saints  and  angels  dwell  above, 

All  hearts  are  knit  in  holy  love ; 

O  bind  us  in  that  heavenly  chain, 

Give  peace,  O  God,  give  peace  again.     Amen. 


302 


IN  TIME  OF  PESTILENCE. 


295. 


CM. 


Redhead. 


Almighty  Lord,  before  Thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend, 

For  on  Thy  pardoning  grace  alone 
Our  prostrate  hopes  depend. 

Dire  judgments  from  Thy  heavy  hand 
Thy  dreadful  power  display ; 

Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

How  lost,  alas,  is  truth  divine 

In  error,  guilt,  and  shame, 
While  careless  thousands,  bold  in  sin, 

Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  Thy  subduing  grace  ; 
So  shall  our  hearts  obey  Thy  word, 

And  we  shall  see  Thy  face. 


If  famine,  plague,  or  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear. 
Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid. 

When  Thou^  O  God,  art  near.    Amen. 


803 


296. 


IN   TIME  OF  SCARCITY. 


8.7.8.Y. 


St.  Jude. 


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God,  Creator  and  Preserver  ; 

God,  who  feedest  man  and  beast: 
God,  whose  tender  mercy  careth 

For  the  weakest  and  the  least ; 

Shall  we  not  in  trustful  patience 
Cast  our  cares  upon  Thee  now? 

Shall  we  not,  in  meek  submission 
To  Thy  righteous  judgments  bow  ? 

Though  the  earth  withholds  her  increase, 
Though  the  heaven  restrains  its  dew, 

Though  his  hand  the  reaper  fills  not, 
Yet  we  know  that  Thou  art  true. 

Not  in  vain  the  mighty  promise 
From  beneath  the  bow  of  peace 

Told  us,  while  the  earth  remaineth, 
Seed-time,  harvest,  shall  not  cease. 

But  our  sins  have  stayed  Thy  blessing  ; 

Our  rebellions  drawn  Thy  sword  : 
Pity  now  Thy  mourning  people. 

Think  upon  Thy  covenant.  Lord ! 


So  the  sunshine  of  Thy  bounty 
Once  again  shall  dry  our  tears  ; 

And  Thy  gracious  hand  restore  us 
All  our  canker-eaten  years  !     Amen. 


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MORNING. 


297. 


J.  Adcock. 


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Thou  that  sendest  sun  and  rain, 
Ruling  over  land  and  sea, 
May  v/e  ne'er  of  Thee  complain, 
Ne'er  whate'er  our  lot  may  be. 

Whether  sun  or  rain  in  turn 
Ripen  or  destroy  the  grain. 
May  we  still  this  lesson  learn — 
Ne'er  to  murmur  or  complain. 

Fewer  flocks  or  fewer  herds. 
Scanty  though  our  store  may  be. 
Still  we  seem  to  hear  the  words, 
"  Trust,  ye  faithful,  trust  in  Me." 

All  we  have  we  know  is  Thine, 
Thine  to  give  and  take  away ; 
Feed  us  then  with  food  divine. 
Feed  us  this  and  every  day.     Amen. 


305 


298. 


MORNING. 

L.M. 


A-men. 


Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun, 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  Thy  morning  sacrifice. 

Redeem  thy  mis-spent  moments  past, 
And  live  this  day  as  if  the  last ; 
Thy  talents  to  improve  take  care  ; 
For  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 

Thy  conscience  as  the  noon-day  clear; 

For  God's  all-seeing  eye  surveys 

Thy  secret  thoughts,  thy  works  and  ways. 

Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part ; 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  glory  to  th'  eternal  King. 

I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir ; 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire  ; 
That  I.  like  you.  my  age  may  sjjcnd, 
Like  you,  may  on  my  God  attend. 


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I  lave  all  day  long  my  God  in  sight ; 
Perform,  like  you,  my  Maker's  will- 
O,  may  I  never  more  do  ill.     Amen. 


299. 


MORNING. 


Canon. 


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Glory  to  Thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me,  while  I  slept, 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 

All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers  with  all  their  might. 

In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.      Amen. 


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MORNING. 


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Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ! 

Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near  ! 

Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear ! 

Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn 
Unaccompanied  by  Thee  ; 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  I  see  ; 

Till  they  inward  light  impart. 

Cheer  my  eyes  and  warm  my  heart. 

Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine. 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief ! 

Fill  me,  O  Thou  Light  Divine, 
Scatter  all  my  unbelief  ! 

More  and  more  Thyself  display, 

Shining  to  the  perfect  day!     Amen. 


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301. 


MORNING. 


IMPEOMPTU. 


L.M. 


P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  Doc. 


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New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 

Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 

New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven. 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find. 
New  treasures  still  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves  :  a  road 
To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

Only,  O  Lord,  in  Thy  dear  love, 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above  ; 
And  help  us  this,  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 


309 


302. 


MORNING. 


Holy  Ix>-ocents. 


7.7A.T. 


:     ,  ,     '  ,  ',,,!,,  A-men. 


"  See  the  Day-Spring  from  afar, 

Usher'd  by  the  morning  star  !  " 
-Haste  ;  to  Him  who  sends  the  light, 
Hallow  the  remains  of  night. 

Beam  of  the  Eternal  Beam, 
He  in  God,  and  God  in  Him  ! 

Strive  we  Him  in  us  to  see, 
Transcript  of  the  Deity. 

Burst  we,  then,  the  bands  of  death, 

Raised  by  His  all-quick'ning  breath  ; 
Lon":  we  to  be  loosed  from  earth 


Tho'  the  outward  man  decay, 
Formed  within  us  day  l)y  day, 

Still  the  inner  man  we   view, 
Christ  creating  all  things  new. 

Thou  tlie  Life,  the   Truth,  the  Way, 

Suffer  us  no  more  to  stray : 
Give  us.  Lord,  and  ever  give, 

Thee  to  know,  in  Thee  to  live.     Amen. 


810 


MORNING. 


303. 


Napoli, 


J.  W.  F.  Hakrisok. 


Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 

My  daily  labour  to  pursue  ; 
Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know, 

In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

The  task  Thy  wisdom  hath  assign'd 

O  let  me  cheerfully  fulfil ; 
In  all  my  works  1'hy  presence  find, 

And  prove  Thy  good  and  perfect  will. 

Thee  may  I  set  at  my  right  hand, 

Whose  e3res  my  inmost  substance  see  : 

And  labour  on  at  Thy  command, 
And  offer  all  my  works  to  Thee. 

Give  me  to  bear  Thy  easy  yoke, 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray ; 

And  still  to  things  eternal  look. 

And  hasten  to  thy  glorious  day.  Amen. 


311 


oU^Et     Jam  Lucis. 


MORNING. 


LM. 


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Now  that  the  daylight  fills  the  sky, 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  God  on  high  ; 
That  He,  in  all  we  do  or  say, 
Would  keep  us  free  from  harm  to-day. 

May  He  restrain  our  tongues  from  strife, 
And  shield  from  anger's  din  our  life  ; 
And  guard  with  watchful  care  our  eyes 
From  earth's  absorbing  vanities. 

So  we,  when  this  day's  work  is  o'er, 
And  shades  of  night  return  once  more, 
Our  path  of  trial  safely  trod. 
Shall  give  the  glory  to  our  God. 

All  praise  to  God  the  P'ather  be  ; 
All  praise,  Eternal  Son,  to  Thee ; 
Whom  with  the  Spirit  we  adore 
For  ever  and  for  evermore.    Amen. 


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MORNING. 


305. 


Webee. 


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Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come ; 
Lord,  may  we  be  Thine  to-day  ; 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt  and  clear  our  sight ; 
In  Thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 
May  we  labour,  watch,  and  pray. 

Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound  ; 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around  ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in. 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 

O  receive  us,  then,  at  last  ; 

Night  and  sin  will  be  no  more, 

When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore.    Amen. 


313 


306 


EVENING. 


Caiton. 


L.M. 


Talus. 


Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light  ; 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of    kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  Almighty  wings  ! 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  : 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ! 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment  day  ! 

O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 
And  may   sweet    sleep    mine    eyelids 

close  ; 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake  ! 

When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie. 
My  soul  with  heavenly  tliouglits  supply ! 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest. 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest ! 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow. 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise    Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost  I 

Amen. 


314 


307 


Eventide. 


EVENING, 

FIRST  TUNE. 

10.10.10.10. 


"W.  H.  Monk. 


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Abide  with  me !  fast  falls  the  even-tide, 
The  darkness  deepens  ;  Lord  with  me  abide ! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me ! 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
-Earth's  joys  grow  dim  ;  its  glories  pass  away  : 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  : 

0  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  ! 

Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile;  _ 
And,  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me  oft  as  I  left  Thee  ; 
On  to  the  close,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 

1  need  Thy  presence  everjr  passing  hour  ; 

What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  Tempter's  power  ? 
Who   like  Thyself   my  guide  and  stay  can  be, 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  O  abide  with  me ! 

I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  : 
Ills  have  no  weight  and  tears  no  bitterness  :  , 
Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy  victory  ? 
I  triumph  still  if  Thou  abide  with  me  ! 

Hold,  then,  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes! 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies! 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows  flee; 
In  life  and  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 


815 


Ov#     COMFOKT. 


E  VENING. 

SECOND  TUNE. 
10.10.10.10. 


E.  J.  Hopkins. 


Abide  with  me!  fast  falls  the  even-tide, 
The  darkness  deepens  ;   Lord  with  me  abide! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me ! 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim  ;  its  glories  pass  away  : 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  : 

0  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  ! 

Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile; 
And,  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me  oft  as  I  left  Thee  ; 
On  to  the  close,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 

1  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour  ; 

What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  Tempter's  power  ? 
Who   Ijke  Thyself   my  guide  and  stay  can  be, 
'Through  cloud  ond  sunshine,  O  abide  with  me ! 

I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  ftt  hand  to  bless  : 
Ills  have  no  weiglit  and  tears  no  bitterness  : 
Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy  victory? 
J  trimnpli  still  if  Thou  abide  with  me  ! 

Hold,  then,  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes  ! 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies! 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows  flee  ; 
li)  life  and  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 


816 


OUC/t    Stoneleigh. 


EVENING. 

P.M. 


C.  S.  Jekti,. 


Through  the  day  Thy  love  hath  spared  us : 

Now  we  lay  us  down  to  rest ; 
Through  the  silent  watches  guard  usi 

Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest ! 
Jesus,  Thou  our  Guardian  be  ! 
Sweet  it  is  to  trust  in  Thee. 

Pilgrims  here  on  earth,  and  strangers; 

Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes  : 
Us  and  ours  preserve  from  dangers, 

In  Thine  arms  may  we  repose  ! 
And,  when  life's  sad  day  is  past 
Rest  with  Thee  in  Heaven  at  last !    Amen. 


309. 


EVENING. 


HCESLET. 


L.M. 


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HtTGUENOT  Air. 


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Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near ; 
Oh  !  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 
Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 


A-men. 

^11 


Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ! 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 


If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurn'd  to-day  the  voice  divine  : 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin  ! 


Watch  by  the  sick,  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store  ! 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light ! 

Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take. 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 
We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above.  Amen. 


.^18 


310. 


EVENING. 


St.  Columba. 


6.4.6.6. 


H.  S.  IBONS. 


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The  sun  is  sinking  fast, 

The  daylight  dies ; 
Let  love  awake,  and.  pay 

Her  evening  sacrifice. 

As  Christ  upon  the  cross 

His  head  inclined, 
And  to  His  Father's  hands 

His  parting  soul  resign'd; 

So  now  herself  my  soul 

Would  wholly  give 
Into  His  sacred  charge. 

In  Whom  all  spirits  live. 

So  now  beneath  His  eye 

Would  calmly  rest, 
Without  a  wish  or  thought 

Abiding  in  the  breast  j 

Save  that  His  will  be  done, 

Whate'er  betide ; 
Dead  to  herself,  and  dead 

In  Him  to  all  beside. 

Thus  would  I  live  :  yet  now 

Not  I,  but  He, 
In  all  His  power  and  love 

Henceforth  alive  in  me- 

O  blessed  Trinity ! 

One  Lord  Divine ! 
Thine  may  I  ever  be. 

And  Thou  for  ever  mine.     Amen 


819 


311. 


EVENING. 


St.  Gabriel. 


Erv.  Sin  F.  A.  G.  OrsKi.TV. 


The  radiant  morn  hath  passed  away, 
And  spent  too  soon  her  golden  store  ; 
The  shadows  of  departing  day 

Creep  on  once  more. 

Our  life  is  l)ut  a  fading  dawn, 
Its  glorious  noon  how  quickly  past; 
Lead  us,  O  Christ,  when  all  is  gone, 
Safe  home  at  last. 

Oh,  by  Thy  soul-inspiring  grace. 
Uplift  our  hearts  to  realms  on  high  ; 
Help  us  to  look  to  that  bright  place 
Beyond  the  sky ; 

Where  light,  and  love,  and  joy,  and  peace 

In  undivided  empire  reign, 

And  thronging  angels  never  cease 

Their  deathless  strain ; 


Where  saints  are  clothed  in  spotless  white. 
And  evening  shadows  never  fall, 
Where  Thou,  eternal  Light  of   tight, 

Art  Lord  of  all.     Amen. 


820 


312. 


EUDOXXA. 


E  VENING. 

6.5.6.5. 


Rev.  S.  Baeixg  Gouid, 


Now  the  day  is  over, 
Night  is  drawing  nigh  ; 

Shadows  of  the  evening 
Steal  across  the  sky. 

Jesus  grant  the  weary 
Calm  and  sweet  repose  ; 

With  Thy  tenderest  blessing 
May  our  eyelids  close. 

Grant  to  little  children 
Visions  bright  of  Thee ; 

Guard  the  sailors  tossing 
On  the  angry  sea. 


Comfort  every  sufferer 
Watching  late  in  pain  ; 

Those  who  plan  some  evil 
From  their  sins  restrain. 

Through  the  long  night-watches 
May  Thine  Angels  spread 

Their  white  wings  above  me, 
Standing  round  my  bed. 

When  the  morning  wakens, 

Then  may  I  arise 
Pure,  and  fresh,  and  sinless 

In  Thy  holy  eyes. 


Glory  to  the  Father, 

Glory  to  the  Son, 
And  to  Thee,  blest  Spirit, 

Whilst  all  ages  run.     Amen, 


321 


EVENING. 


Spohk  akb.  Babkbt. 


A-men. 


O  LORD,  another  day  is  flown, 

And  \vc,  a  lonely  band, 
Are  met  once  nmrc  before  Thy  throne, 

To  lilcss  Thy  fostcrini:^  hand. 
And  wilt  Thou  bend  a  listening  ear 

To  praises  low  as  onrs  ? 
Thou  wilt,  for  Thou  dost  love  to  hear 

The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

O  f^racious  Jesus,  Thou  wilt  deign 

To  hear  us  when  we  pray, 
For  Thou  didst  bless  tlie  infant  train, 

And  we  are  weak  as  they. 
O  let  Thy  grace  ])erform  its  part, 

Let  all  contention  cease, 

822 


And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thine  everlasting  peace. 

Thus  chasten \1,  cleansed,  entirely 
Thine, 
A  flock  by  Jesus  led, 
The  sun  of  holiness  shall  shine 

In  glory  on  our  head. 
And  Thou  wilt  turn  our  wandering 
feet, 
I\x\<\  Thou  wilt  bless  our  way, 
Till  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall 
greet 
The  dawn  of  lasting  day.         Amen. 


Cloisters. 


E  VENING. 


11.11.11.5. 


Barnby. 


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Now  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is  closing, 
The  light  and  darkness  are  of  His  disposing  ; 
And  'neath  His  shadow  here  to  rest  we  yield  us, 
For  He  will  shield  us. 


Let  evil  thoughts  and  spirits  flee  before  us ; 
Till  morning  cometh,  watch,  0  Father,  o'er  us  ; 
In  soul  and  body  Thou  from  harm  defend  us, 
Thine  angels  send  us. 


Let  pious  thoughts  be  ours  when  sleep  o'ertakes  us  ; 
Our  earliest  thoughts  be  Thine  when  morning  wakes  us ; 
All  sick  and  mourners  we  to  Thee  commend  them, 
Do  Thou  befriend  them. 


We  have  no  refuge;  none  on  earth  to  aid  us 
But  Thee,  0  Father,  who  Thine  own  hast  made  us  ; 
Keep  us  in  life  ;  forgive  our  sins  ;  deliver 
Us  now  and  ever. 


Praise  be  to  Thee  through  Jesus  our  salvation, 
God,  Three  in  One,  the  Ruler  of  creation, 
High-throned,  o'er  all  Thine  eye  of  mercy  casting, 
Lord  everlasting.    Amen. 


Day's  Psalter, 


The  day,  O  Lord, is  spent; 

Abide  with  us  and  rest ; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 

On  making  Thee  our  guest. 

We  have  not  reach 'd  that  land. 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  Thee  stand, 

Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

Our  sun  is  sinking  now  ; 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er ; 
O  Son  of  Righteousness,  do  Thou 

Shine  on  us  evermore  !     Amen. 


324 


316. 


Pax  Dei. 


EVENING, 


10.10.10.10. 


Ret.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


Saviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise, 
With  one  accord,  our  parting  hymn  of  praise  ; 
We  stand  to  bless  Thee  ere  our  worship  cease; 
Then,  lowly  kneeling,  wait  Thy  word  of  peace . 

Grant  us  Thy  peace  through  this  approaching  night ; 
Turn  Thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light : 
From  harm  and  danger  keep  Thy  children  free ; 
For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to  Thee. 


Grant  us  Thy  peace  upon  our  homeward  way ; 
With  Thee  begun,  with  Thee  shall  end  the  day  ; 
Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts  from  shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  call'd  upon  Thy  name. 

Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our  earthly  life, 
Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in  strife ; 
Then,  when  Thy  voice  shall  bid  our  conflict  cease, 
Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  Thine  eternal  peace.   Amen. 


325 


317. 


EVENING. 


St.  Jude. 


8.7.8.7. 


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Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 

Ere  repose  our  spirit  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 

Thou  canst  save,  and  Thou  canst  heal. 

Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly. 
Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us; 

We  are  safe  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  ; 

Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 

Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us. 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 

May  the  heavenly  morn  awake  us, 

Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom.     Amen. 


CO 


318. 


EVENING. 


St.  Matthias. 


W.  H.  MoxK. 


Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go  ; 

Thy  word  into  our  minds  instil  ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 

With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark 
night, 

O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 

The  day  is  gone,  its  hours  have  run. 
And  thou  hast  taken  count  of  all. 

The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 

The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 

Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 

True  absolution  and  release  ; 
And  bless  u*,  more  than  in  past  days. 

With  purity  and  inward  peace. 

Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 


Do  more  than  pardon,  give  us  joy, 
Sweet  fear  and  sober  liberty, 

And  simple  hearts  without  alloy, 
That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 

Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

Labor  is  sweet,  for  Thou  hast  toil'd 
And  care  is  light  for  Thou  hast  cared ; 

Ah,  never  let  our  works  be  soil'd 
With  strife,  or  by  deceit  ensnared. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 
The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call ; 

O  let  Thy  mercv  make  us  glad : 
Thou  art  our  Jesus,  and  our  all. 

Through  life's  long  day,  etc.  Amen. 


319. 


AXGELrS. 


EVENING. 

L.M. 


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JOHAIs'N  SCHEFFH 


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At  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set, 
The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  Thee  lay ; 
Oh,  in  what  divers  pains  they  met  ! 
Oh,  with  what  joy  they  went  away  ! 

Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we 
Oppress'd  with  various  ills  draw  near : 
What  if  Thy  form  we  cannot  see  ? 
We  know  and  feel  that  Thou  art  here. 

O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel  ; 
For  some  arc  sick,  and  some  are  sad ; 
And  some  have  never  loved  Thee  well. 
And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had  ; 

And  some  have  found  the  world  is  vain. 
Yet  from  the  world  they  break  not  free; 

C28 


And  some  have  friends  who  give  them  pain, 
Yet  have  not  sought  a  friend  in  Thee. 

And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest, 
For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin  ; 
And  they  who  fain  would  serve  Thee  best 
Are  conscious  most  of  wrong  within. 

O  Saviour  Christ,  Thou,  too,  art  Man; 
Thou  hast  been  troubled,  tempted,  tried; 
Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 
The  very  wounds  that  shame  would  hide  ; 

Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power ; 
No  word  from  Thee  can  fruitless  fall; 
Hear,  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 
And  in  Thv  mcrcv  heal  us  all.     Amen. 


E  VENING. 


8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4. 


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God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light : 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night ; 
May  Thine  Angel-guards  defend  us. 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night : 

Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping; 

And,  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  Thy  mighty  keeping 

All  peaceful  lie. 
When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  Thou,  our  God,  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  glory  take  us. 

With  Thee  on  high  !      Amen. 


329 


ALBAN'S. 


E  VENING. 

CM. 


v.  NOVELLO. 


Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 

Let  flames  of  love  arise  ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 

Our  evenino;  sacrifice. 

Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 
Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 

Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift,  more  free  than  they. 

New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys 

Do  a  new  song  require  ; 
Till  we  shall  praise  Thee  as  we  would  ; 

Accept  our  hearts'  desire.     Amen. 


830 


322. 


EVENING. 


SCHUMAITIT. 


S.M. 


E.  SCHUMAinT. 


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s1ste=±I^=g- 


A-men. 


Saviour, abide  with  us; 

When  evening  shadows  fall, 
Be  Thou  to  us  a  fadeless  Sun ; 

Thy  light  be  with  us  all. 

Then  when  the  darkness  brings 

Earth's  daylight  to  its  close, 
Outstretched  we'll  see  Thy  guardian  wings, 

And  'neath  them  we'll  repose. 

With  Thee,  in  Thee,  by  faith 

Abiding  would  we  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 

We  would  be  still  with  Thee.     Amen. 


3:1 


323. 


EVEiniTG. 


EVENING. 


10.10  10.10.10.10. 


Gebman. 


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The  day  is  gently  sinking  to  a  close, 
Fainter  and  yet  more  faint  the  sunlight  glows: 
O  brightness  of  Thy  Father's  glorj-,  Thou, 
Eternal  Light  of  LiglU,  be  with  us  now  ; 
Where  Thou  art  present,  darkness  cannot  be  : 
.lidiiight  is  glorious  noon,  O  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Our  changeful  lives  are  ebbing  to  an  end. 
Onward  to  darkness  and  to  death  we  tend  ; 
O  Conqueror  of  the  grave,  be  Thou  our  guide, 
Be  Thou  our  light  in  death's  dark  eventide  ; 
Then  in  our  mortal  hour  will  be  no  gloom, 
No  sting  iu  death,  no  terror  in  the  tomb. 


Thou,  who  in  darkness  walking  didst  appear 
Upon  the  waves,  and  Thy  disciples  cheer. 
Come,  Lord,  in  lonesome  days,  when  storms  assail. 
And  earthly  hopes  and  human  succours  fail  : 
Wlien  all  is  dark,  mny  we  behold  Thee  nigh, 
And  hear  Thy  voice,  "  Fear  not,  for  it  is  L" 

The  weary  world  is  mouldering  to  decay  ; 

Its  glories  wane,  its  pageants  fade  away  ; 

In  that  last  sunset,  when  the  stars  shall  fall, 

May  we  arise,  awaken'd  by  Thy  call. 

With  Thee,  ()  Lord,  forever  to  abide 

la  that  blest  day  which  has  no  eventide.    Amen. 


FOR  THE  CLOSE  OF  THE   WEEK. 


7's  6  lines. 


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Safely  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 
On  the  approaching  holy  day  ; 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest ! 


Mercies  multiplied  each  hour 
Through  the  week  our  praise  demand ; 

Guarded  by  almighty  power, 
Fed  and  guided  by  His  hand  : 

Though  ungrateful  we  have  been, 

And  repaying  love  with  sin. 


While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 


Drive  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  night  with  Thee. 


When  the  morn  shall  bid  us  rise. 
May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near ; 

May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes. 
When  we  in  Thy  house  appear : 

There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste  i 

Of  our  everlasting  feast. 


May  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  ofgrace  abound. 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  ; 

Such  the  days  of  rest  we  love, 

Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 


333 


325. 


Ravexshatv. 


HOL  V  SCRIPTURE, 

6's  4  lines. 


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Lord,  Thy  word  abideth. 
And  our  footsteps  guideth; 
Who  its  truth  beheveth 
Light  and  joy  receiveth. 

When  our  foes  are  near  us, 
Then  Thy  word  doth  cheer  us, 
Word  of  consolation. 
Message  of  salvation. 

When  the  storms  are  o'er  us, 
And  dark  clouds  before  us, 
Then  its  light  directeth 
And  our  way  protecteth. 

Who  can  tell  the  pleasure. 
Who  recount  the  treasure, 
By  Thy  word  imparted 
To  the  simple-hearted .'' 

Word  of  mercy,  giving 
Succor  to  the  living  ; 
Word  of  life,  supplying 
Comfort  to  the  dying  ! 

Oh,  that  we,  discerning 

Its  most  Holy  learning. 

Lord,  may  love  and  fear  Thee, 

Evermore  be  near  Thee  !     Amen. 


334 


OiwOa  St.  Geoege, 


HOL  V  SCRIP  TURB. 


50i  St.  Geoege.  CM.  Old  Tun 


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The  spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight; 

Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  safxCtifying  light. 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  : 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; 

It  gives  but  borrows  none. 

The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  • 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

Let  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine 
For  such  a  bright  display, 

As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  Him  I  love. 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above ! 


836 


327. 


HOL  Y  SCRIPTURE. 

St.  James.  CM. 

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Father  of  Mercies  !  in  Thy  word, 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 

Forever  be  Thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  Hnes. 

Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 

Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  Thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  Thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Saviour  there.     Amen. 


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328. 


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HOLY  SCRIPTURE. 

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Almighty  God !    Thy  word  is  cast 
Like  seed  upon  the  ground  : 

O  may  it  grow  in  humble  hearts, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove  ; 
But  give  it  root  in  praying  souls 

To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 
The  rising  plant  destroy, 

And  may  it  yield  a  hundred-fold, 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

Let  not  Thy  word  so  kindly  sent 
To  raise*  us  to  Thy  throne 

Return  to  Thee,  and  sadly  tell 
That  we  reject  Thy  Son. 


Great  God !  come  down,  and  on  Thy  word 

Thy  mighty  power  bestow  ; 
That  all  who  hear  the  joyful  sound 

Thy  saving  grace  may  knowo     Ameno 


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329. 


HOL  V  SCRIP  TURE. 


AUEELIA. 


7.6.  D. 


S.  S.  Wesley,  Mus.  Doo. 


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O  Word  of  God  Incarnate, 

O  Wisdom  from  on  high, 
O  Truth  unclianged,  unchanging, 

O  Light  of  our  dark  sky; 
We  praise  Thee  for  the  radiance 

That  from  the  hallow'd  page, 
A  lantern  to  our  footsteps. 

Shines  on  from  age  to  age. 

The  Church  from  her  dear  Master 

Receiv'd  the  gift  divine. 
And  still  that  light  she  lifteth 

O'er  all  the  earth  to  shine. 
It  is  the  golden  casket 

Where  gems  of  truth  are  stor'd  : 
It  is  t'lc  heav'  n-drawn  ])icture 

Of  Christ,  the  living  Word. 


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It  floateth  like  a  banner 

Before  God's  host  unfurl'd; 
It  shineth  like  a  beacon 

Above  the  darkling  world  : 
It  is  the  chart  and  compass, 

That  o'er  life's  surging  sea, 
'Mid  mists,  and  rocks,  and  quicksands, 

Still  guide,  O  Christ,  to  Thee. 

O  make  Thy  Church,  dear  Saviour, 

A  lamp  of  burnish'd  gold, 
To  bear  before  the  nations 

Thv  true  light  as  of  old  : 
O  teach  Thy  wandering  pilgrims 

By  this  their  pvth  to  trace. 
Till  clouds  and  darkness  ended. 

They  see  Thee  face  to  face.   Amen. 


HOL  Y  SCRIPTURE. 


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Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine; 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came  ; 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am  ; 

Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
Mine  art  Thou  to  guide  my  feet ; 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit ; 

Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  ; 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death  ; 

Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
Light  and  life  beyond  the  tomb ; 
O  thou  precious  book  divine. 
Holy  treasure,  thou  are  mine. 


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Kedhead. 


REDEMPTION. 

FIRST  TUNE. 

7.7,7.7.7.7. 


Bedhead. 


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Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ! 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  Thy  riven  side  which  flow'd, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone. 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  through  tracts  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne; 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  !    Amen. 


340 


331 


Gethsemane. 


REDEMPTION. 

SECOND  TUNE, 

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Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  Thy  riven  side  which  flow'd, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure. 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can.fulfil  Thy  law's  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone. 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace : 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me.  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  through  tracts  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne. 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee.     Amen. 


341 


332. 


St.  Peter's. 


REDEMPTION. 

CM. 


Keinagle. 


How  sweet  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear ! 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

|Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul ; 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

Dear  Name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place, 
My  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 

With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But,  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 


342 


Till  then,  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breatli ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death  !  Amen. 


333. 


St.  Vincent. 


REDEMPTION. 

L.M. 


Uglow. 


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Father  of  Heaven,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  Thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

Almighty  Son,  Incarnate  Word, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  Thy  saving  grace  extend. 

Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  rais'd   from  sin  and  death. 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 
To  us  Thy  quickening  power  extend- 

Jehovah,  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterious  Godhead  !  Three  in  One  ! 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life  to  us  extend.     Amen. 


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Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Loid! 

In  Thee  I  put  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 

A  feeble  child  of  dust : 
I  have  no  other  hope  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea, 
And  'tis  enough  my  Saviour  died  I 

My  Saviour  di^d  for  me! 

When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 

And  furious  foes  assail. 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat. 

My  hope  within  the  veil. 
From  strife  of  tongues,  and  bitter  words, 

My  spirit  flies  to  Thee  ; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords. 

My  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 


'Mid  trials  heavy  to  be  borne. 

When  mortal  strength  is  vain, — 
A  heart  with  grief  and  anguish  torn, — 

A  body  rack'd  with  pain, — 
Ah  !  what  could  give  the  sufferer  rest, 

Bid  every  murmur  flee, 
But  this,  the  witness  in  my  breast, 

My  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 

And  when  Thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life,  jn  its  last  lingering  sands, 

Is  ebbing  fast  away, — 
Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

And  faint  and  tremblingly, 
()  give  me  strength  in  death  to  speak, 

"  My  Saviour  died  for  me  I  " 


344 


REDEMPTION. 


Rest. 


Slow. 


P.M. 


P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Rest,weary  soul  ! 
The  penalty  is  borne,  the  ransom  paid, 
For  all  thy  sins  full  satisfaction  made ; 
Strive  not  to  do  thyself  what  Christ  has 

done, 
Claim  the  free  gift,  and  make  the  joy  thine 

own  ; 
No  more  by  pangs  of  guilt  and  fear  distrest, 
Rest,  sweetly  rest ! 

Rest,  weary  heart ! 
From  all  thy  silent  griefs,  and  secret  pain, 
Thy  profitless  regrets,  and  longings  vain ; 
Wisdom  and  love  have  order'd  all  the  past. 
And    shall   be   blessedness   and   light   at 

last; 
Cast  off  the  cares  that  have  so  long  op- 
prest  ; 

Rest,  sweetly  rest ! 


Rest,  weary  head  ! 
Lie  down  to  slumber  in  the  peaceful  tomb ; 
Light  from  above  has  broken  through  its 

gloom  ; 
Here,  in  the  place  where  once  thy  Saviour 

lay, 
"Where  He  shall  wake  thee  on  a  future  day, 
Like  a  tired  child  upon  its  mother's  breast, 
Rest,  sweetly  rest ! 

Rest,  spirit  free ! 
In  the  green  pasturesof  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  sin   and  sorrow  can  approach  no 

more. 
With  all  the  flock  by  the  Good  Shepherd 

fed, 
Beside  the  streams  of  life  eternal  led, 
For  ever  with  thy  God  and  Saviour  blest, 
Rest,  sweetly  rest ! 

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336. 


Martyrdom. 


REDEMPTION. 

CM. 


H.  "Wilson. 


There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins  ; 

And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day, 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

Dear  dying  Lamb  !  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 

Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

Then  in  a  nobler  sweeter  song 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
Wiien  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared, 

Unworthy  thougli  I  l:)e. 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 

A  golden  harp  for  me. 

'Tis  strung,  and  tuned  for  endless  years, 

And  form'd  by  power  divine. 
To  sound  in  God,  the  Father's  ears. 

No  other  name  but  Thine. 


846 


337. 


St.  Cross. 


REDEMPTION. 

L.M.  Key,  J.  B.  Dykes.  Mus.  Doo. 


-^;^=^ 


:i22: 


1^ 


'^?^' 


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_-^l:^1£^ 


2!^ 


I      I       I     I 


:^=^ 


^-g^-g: 


y.;^:^ 


:r^-p-r?- 


:^ 


:s2zi22: 


:^ 


221 


2222 


H 


^id^F°- 


::ci:z2iz:i 


Z222Z^ 


r 


'--^A^  ^1^ 


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^= 


:^ 


i 


:^: 


.^c^. 


si 


s*- 


22IS2; 


Saviour,  I  lift  my  trembling  eyes 

To  that  bright  seat,  where,  placed  on  high, 

The  great,  atoning  sacrifice, 
For  me,  for  all,  is  ever  nigh. 

Be  Thou  my  guide  on  peril's  brink; 

Be  Thou  my  guide  through  weal  or  woe  ; 
And  teach  me  of  Thy  cup  to  drink, 

And  make  me  in  Thy  path  to  go. 

For  what  is  earthly  change  or  loss  ? 

Thy  promises  are  still  my  own  : 
The  feeblest  frame  may  bear  Thy  cross, 

The  lowliest  spirit  share  Thy  Throne. 


347 


338 


REDEMPTION. 


f  Lancashire. 


7.C.7.6.7.G.7.6. 


H.  SUA.RT. 


tl^ — (S> — :S — <&-J    (S^ — 1:^—0 -(^  L; — — 1^ — ,^_,^  L^- 


I  Lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

Tlie  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  l)ears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load: 
I  l)rin,2;  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 

'i'ill  not  a  stain  remains. 

I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus; 

Ail  fulness  dwells  in  Him; 
He  lieals  all  my  diseases. 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
I  lay  mv  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 
348 


I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowl3%  mild; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child  : 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 

To  learn  the  angel's  song.     Amen. 


339. 


St.  Bernard. 


REDEMPTION. 

CM. 


W.  Richardson. 


r^ 


E^:=^E^E^ 


■s>-^-^-- 


!^  2^1=^=3: 


1     I 


w^- 


& 


I      I 


l^__-^#_. 


:?2=^ 


=S 


A-men. 


221 


i 


When,  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul 

Lies  bleeding  and  unbound. 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand, 

Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 
One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 

Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot. 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 

Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

'Tis  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white, 

His  hand  that  brings  relief. 
His  heart  that's  touch'd  with  all  our  joys, 

And  feels  for  all  our  grief. 

Lift  up  Thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord ; 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 

But  in  Thy  wounded  side.     Amen. 


349 


340. 


BOOTEKSTOWN. 


REDEMPTION. 

CM, 


H.  BuSSELIi. 


s 


122=^: 


:1?^- 


^:d?::i^±^z:^it==2=:?2±=i=: 


fiE=t: 


tii^^ii 


^^^^-^E§^ 


--e 


:ci 


^i^^ 


Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope 

Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief : 
He  saw,  and,  oh,  amazing  love  ! 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 

Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  He  fled  ; 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

Oh,  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break ; 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak! 


850 


Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ! 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ! 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


341. 


Old  113th. 


REDEMPTION. 


8's  12  lines. 


From  highest  heaven  th'  Eternal  Son, 
With  God  the  Father  ever  One, 

Came  down  to  suffer,  and  to  die  : 
For  love  of  sinful  man  He  bore 
Our  human  griefs  and  troubles  sore. 

Our  load  of  guilt  and  misery. 
Sing  out,  ye  saints  of  God,  and  praise 
The  Lamb  who  died,  His  flock  to  raise 

From  sin  and  everlasting  woe; 
With  angels  round  the  throne  above, 
O  tell  the  wonders  of  His  love, 

The  joys  that  from  His  mercy  flow. 


In  darkest  shades  of  night  we  lay 
Without  a  beam  to  guide  our  way. 

Or  hope  of  ought  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  He  hath  brought  us  life  and  light, 
And  open'd  heaven  to  our  sight, 

And  lives  for  ever  strong  to  save. 
Rejoice,  ye  saints  of  God,  rejoice  ; 
Sing  out,  and  praise  with  cheerful  voice 

The  Lamb  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
ToHim  who  gave  His  only  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit,  with  Them  One, 

Be  praise  and  glory  evermore.     Amen. 

351 


342. 


St.  Flavian. 


REDEMPTION. 

CM. 


Redhead. 


fee^Ej 


:^: 


:^J_J       W_-ii 


f 

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.ziT--. 


-'^~- 


-f--- 


±1; 


:=f?=:t:^ 


:r=tz=: 


:q: 


-flJ-  --U   1  J  J  J-  -J-  J-  -J- 


(ill 


J=a^'=Fg; 


^E^E^E^FEfEfi 


A -men. 


"C?" 


All  ye  who  seek  for  sure  relief 

In  trouble  and  distress, 
Whatever  sorrow  vex  the  mind, 

Or  guilt  the  soul  oppress  : 

Jesus,  who  gave  Himself  for  you, 

Upon  the  cross  to  die. 
Opens  to  you  his  sacred  heart: 

Oh,  to  that  heart  draw  nigh. 

Ye  hear  how  kindly  He  invites ; 

Ye  hear  His  words  so  blest : 
"  All  ye  that  labour  come  to  me. 

And  I  will  give  you  rest." 

O  Jesus,  joy  of  saints  on  high, 

Thou  hope  of  sinners  here, 
Attracted  by  those  loving  words, 

To  Thee  we  lift  our  prayer. 

Wash  Thou  our  wounds  in  that  dear  blood 
Which  forth  from  Tliee  doth  flow  ; 

New  grace,  new  hope  inspire  ;  a  new 
And  better  heart  bestow.     Amen. 


-52 


REDEMPTION. 


'%    WAIiTON, 


From  Beethovek. 


Beneath  Thy  cross  I  lay  me  down, 
And  mourn  to  see  Thy  bloody  crown  ; 
Love  drops  in  blood  from  every  vein ; 
Love  is  the  spring  of  all  His  pain. 

Here,  Jesus,  I  shall  ever  stay, 
And  spend  my  longing  hours  away, 
Think  on  Thy  bleeding  wounds  and  pain, 
And  contemplate  Thy  woes  again. 

The  rage  of  Satan  and  of  sin, 
Of  foes  without,  and  fears  within. 
Shall  ne'er  my  conquering  soul  remove, 
Or  from  Thy  cross,  or  from  Thy  love. 


O  unmolested  happy  rest ! 
Where  inward  fears  are  all  supprest; 
Here  I  shall  love,  and  live  secure, 
And  patiently  my  cross  endure. 


353 


344. 


St.  Innocents. 


REDEMPTION. 

1.1.1.1. 


j_^- 


JA 


:?2if?: 


:tz=t: 


:c2: 


Mrg^ 


^- 


-C^_ 


.(^-_„_ 


lzzl±:i=^ 


eiP 


A-men. 


zF-r^PigrF — Bigz— H- 


CONQUERING  kings  their  titles  take 
From  the  foes  they  captive  make  : 
Jesus,  by  a  nobler  deed, 
From  the  thousands  He  hath  freed. 


Yes  :  none  other  Name  is  given 
Unto  mortals  under  heaven. 
Which  can  make  the  dead  arise, 
And  exalt  them  to  the  skies. 


That  which  Christ  so  hardly  vv^rought, 
That  which  He  so  dearly  bought, 
That  salvation,  mortals  say, 
Will  ye  madly  cast  away  ? 

Rather  gladly  for  that  Name 
Bear  the  cross,  endure  the  shame ; 
Joyfully  for  Him  to  die, 
Is  not  death  but  victory. 

Jesus,  who  dost  condescend 
To  be  caird  the  Sinner's  Friend, 
Hear  us  as  to  Thee  we  pray, 
Glorying  in  Thy  Name  to-day. 


354 


Glory  to  the  Father  be, 
Glory,  Holy  Son,  to  Thee, 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
From  the  saints  and  angel-host. 


Amen. 


REDEMPTION. 


CM. 


"W.  RiCHAKDSOlT. 


tSfsDi  St.  Been-aed. 


W=r:^=g=^'zf?^^ 


I^=P2=^ 


t- 


I  ! 


=^?E^^e 


,    ,111 


:^: 


:?2: 


z^-^fzrr--. 


:t:z=t: 


ii^iiSii 


f 


2^=^ 


S^ 


^W^ 


■^"^-. 


is-^ 


£^- 


A-men. 


122: 


For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope  and  all  my  plea, 

"For  me  the  Saviour  died." 

My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin  ! 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 

And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own  j 
Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art ; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone — 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

The  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 

Till  fai  h  to  sight  improve  : 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die. 

And  all  my  soul  is  love.     Amen. 


355 


Maettsdom. 


REDEMPTION. 

CM. 


Old  Tune. 


346.  


I  I   I 

^^g:-^ 


O  Jesus,  Saviour  of  the  lost, 

My  rock  and  hiding-place, 
By  storms  of  sin  and  sorrow  tost, 

I  seek  Thy  sheltering  grace. 

Guilty,  forgive  me,  Lcrd  !  I  cry; 

Pursued  by  foes  I  come  ; 
A  sinner,  save  me,  or  I  die; 

An  outcast,  take  me  home. 

Once  safe  in  Thine  almighty  arms. 
Let  storms  come  on  amain  ; 

There  danger  never,  never  harms  ; 
There  death  itself  is  gain. 

And  when  I  stand  before  Thy  throne, 

And  all  Thy  glory  see, 
Still  be  my  righteousness  alone 

To  hide  myself  in  Thee. 


866 


347. 


REDEMPTION. 


Daewell's. 


6.6.6.6.8.8. 


Dae^well. 


Join  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 

That  ever  mortals  knew. 

That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

Array'd  in  mortal  flesh, 

He  like  an  angel  stands, 

And  holds  the  promises 

And  pardons  in  His  hands ; 
Commission'd  from  His  Father's  throne 
To  make  His  grace  to  mortals  known. 

Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  name; 

By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  ; 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  Heaven. 

To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 

Will  I  commit  my  cause  ; 

He  answers  and  fuliils 

His  Father's  broken  laws ; 
Behold  my  soul  at  freedom  set ; 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 


857 


REDEMPTION. 

S.7.8.7. 


^ilEg:l^=i=iE^SE^^ 


z^zsi: 


^zEgEi£-SEgEeEgEg.^=gEg 


?5- 

4-M 


I 


^-^=]=:i: 


:^; 


:^=P2=^: 


I    I   I   I   1 


E^Efe^ 


I     I 
I     . 


Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays ; 

Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 
Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 

Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 

rhou  to  save  my  soul  from    danger. 
Didst  redeem  me  with  Thy  blood. 

By  Thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life  thus  far  I've  come  ; 

Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 

Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home.  Amen- 


P^^ 


868 


04«if  •  Come  vrsro  Me. 


REDEMPTION. 

7.6.  D.  Eev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


&—  =:^— 3— s'— — — F— — 


cress.  I 


'^^ 


p'  g,^--  -%-     ^^' 


-^-^=^: 


i=2_. . 


? iS— ^H— r-si 1 1 — ^- 


:=if^=^=^ 


:p2i 


r^ 


J-_!=^^. 


teiii^Jii^=ii 


:^W: 


^=:^=lizp2z=p=p 


:S± 


rail. 


"  Come  unto  Me,  ye  weary, 

And  I  will  give  you  rest." 
Oh,  blessed  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  hearts  opprest ! 
It  tells  of  benediction. 

Of  pardon,  grace,  and  peace  ; 
Of  joy  that  hath  no  ending, 

Of  love  which  cannot  cease. 

"  Come  unto  Me,  ye  wanderers, 

And  I  will  give  you  light." 
Oh,  loving  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  cheer  the  night ! 
Our  hearts  were  fill'd  with  sadness, 

And  we  had  lost  our  way. 
But  morning  brings  us  gladness, 

And  songs  the  break  of  day* 


"  Come  unto  Me,  ye  fainting. 

And  I  will  give  you  life." 
Oh,  cheering  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  aid  our  strife ! 
The  foe  is  stem  and  eager, 

The  fight  is  fierce  and  long, 
But  Thou  hast  made  us  mighty, 

And  stronger  than  the  strong. 

"  And  whosoever  cometh, 

I  will  not  cast  him  out!  " 
Oh,  welcome  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  drives  away  our  doubt ! 
Which  calls  us,  very  sinners, 

Unworthy  though  we  be 
Of  love  so  free  and  boundless. 

To  come,  dear  Lord,  to  Thee ! 


Amen. 
359 


350. 


Cheistchurch. 


REDEMPTION. 

6.6.6.6. 


Dk.  Steggall. 


^= 


"227 


t^: 


:^: 


HHH^igliii 


-^— P' 


-C2. 


)^: 


■^-isri^-m. 


I 


?zp- 


.-<=2_^'_ 


-iS^ 


^=t^ 


^=5 


:^=^: 


:^: 


:t=: 


:?=: 


:zi22z:: 


Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow ! 

The  gladly  solemn  sound, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made  ; 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  His  blood 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Receive  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  ; 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

Amen. 


800 


351. 


Melcombe. 


REDEMPTION. 


L.M. 


S.  "Webbe. 


Jesus,  my  all,  to  Heaven  is  gone ; 
He  that  I  placed  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see ;  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  Him  I  view. 

The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  way  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 
I'll  go  ;  for  all  the  paths  are  peace. 

This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd,  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  have  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Come  hither,  soul !  for  I'm  the  way  !  " 

Lo  !  glad  I  come ;  and  Thou,  dear  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  Thee  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  Thee  can  bring ; 
Yet  help  me,  and  Thy  praise  I'll  sing! 

I'll  tell  to  all  poor  sinners  round 

What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 

I'll  point  to  Thy  Redeeming  blood, 

And  say,  "  Behold  the  Way  to  God  !  "    Amen* 


361 


352. 


Derrt. 


FAITH. 


8.8.8.6. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


0  HOLY  Saviour,  Friend  unseen, 

The  faint,  the  weak,  on  Tliee  may  lean, 
Help  me,  throughout  life's  varying  scene, 
By  faith  to  cling  to  Thee  ! 

Blest  with  communion  so  divine. 
Take  what  thou  wilt,  shall  I  repine, 
When,  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 
My  soul  may  cling  to  Thee  .'' 

Oft  when  I  seem  to  tread  alone 
Some  barren  waste  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
A  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone. 
Whispers,  "  Still  cling  to  Me  !  " 

Though  faith  and  hope  awhile  be  tried, 

1  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside  : 
How  safe,  how  calm,  how  satisfied, 

The  souls  that  cling  to  Thee  ! 

We  fear  not  life's  rough  storms  to  brave, 
Since  Thou  art  near,  and  strong  to  save  ; 
Nor  shudder  e'en  at  death's  dark  wave  ; 
Because  we  clins:  to  Thee  ! 


862 


Blest  is  my  lot,  whate'er  befal : 
None  can  disturb  me,  none  appal. 
While,  as  my  strength,  my  rock,  my  all, 
Saviour  !   I  clino^  to  Thee  !     Amen. 


353. 


Olivet. 


FAITH, 


6.6.4.6.6.6.4. 


Aee.  feom  De.  Masox. 


srtg=^:ppB 


"^^ 


-I ■ 


^=^; 


=^^^! 


-'^=^= 


:^iit, 


2^:^: 


«t^: 


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1 


■g^^-gi-L^i-i^— 1^— LiS)-=-^-^  '      iC? .e?-.(SJ-(S- 


I  i  i  I 


=^" 


J,-_jt^-==i, 


I    I    ,^ 


-^1 1 \—^ — I — I— I 1 — I —  ^ — t^f^^—=r  -7^-^- 


My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray : 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine  ! 

May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ! 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless,  be 

A  living  fire  ! 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  ! 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day. 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away. 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 


When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll. 
Blest  Saviour  !  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distrust  remove; 
O  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransom'd  soul ! 


363 


354. 


Chesterfield. 


FAITH. 

CM. 


Rev.  Dr..  IlAwnis. 


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O  Let  triumphant  faith  dispel 
The  fears  of  guilt  and  woe  ! 

If  God  be  for  us,  God  the  Lord, 
Who,  who  shall  be  our  foe  ? 

He  who  His  only  Son  gave  up 
To  death  that  we  might  live, 

Shall  He  not  all  things  freely  grant 
That  boundless  love  can  gave  ! 

Who  now  His  people  shall  accuse  ? 

'Tis  God  hath  justified  : 
Who  now  His  people  shall  condemn  ? 

The  Lamb  of  God  hath  died. 

And  he  who  died  hath  risen  again, 
Triumphant  from  the  grave  : 

At  God's  right  hand  for  us  He  pleads, 
Omnipotent  to  save. 


364 


FAITH. 


355. 


Benediction-. 


Rev.  C.  J.  Dickinson. 

H i-i 1- 


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When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 

From  heav'nly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 

To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do ; 

Still  He,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 


If  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise. 
And,  sore  dismay'd,  my  spirit  dies. 
Still  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
Such  bitter  conflict  with  despair. 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

And  O,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last. 
Still,  still,  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  bed  of  death,  for  Thou  hast  died ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away.     Amen. 

365 


356. 


AVOCA. 

3^ 


FAITH. 

6.5.6.5.D. 


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Srt^ 


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Oh,  eyes  that  are  weary, 

And  hearts  that  are  sore, 

Look  up  unto  Jesus, 

And  sorrow  no  more. 

The  light  of  His  countenance 

Shineth  so  bright, 

That  on  earth,  as  in  heaven, 

There  need  be  no  night. 

Looking  up  unto  Jesus, 
My  eyes  cannot  see 
The  troubles  and  dangers 
That  throng  around  me. 
They  cannot  be  blinded 
With  sorrowful  tears. 
They  cannot  be  shadow'd 
By  doubts  or  by  fears. 

Looking  up  unto  Jesus, 

My  spirit  is  blest, — 

In  the  world  I  have  turmoil, 

In  Him  I  have  rest. 

366 


The  sea  of  my  life 
All  about  me  may  roar, — 
When  I  look  unto  Jesus 
I  hear  it  no  more. 

Looking  up  unto  Jesus, 

I  go  not  astray  ; 

My  eyes  are  on  Him, 

And  He  shows  me  the  way. 

The  path  may  seem  dark 

As  He  leads  me  along. 

But  following  Jesus 

I  cannot  go  wrong. 

Looking  up  unto  Jesus, 

My  heart  cannot  fear  ; 

Its  trembling  is  still 

When  I  see  Jesus  near; 

I  know  that  His  power 

My  safeguard  will  be. 

For,  "  Why  are  ye  troubled  ?  " 

He  saith  unto  me. 


357. 


HOLLINGSIDE. 


FAITH. 


1.1.1.1.  (D.) 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ! 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring : 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 


Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer? 
Lo !  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall, 
Lo  !  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care  ! 
Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive. 
Hoping  again  \  hope  I  stand, 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live ! 

Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 
Grace  to  cleanse  from  ev'ry  sin  : 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within ! 

Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee ; 

Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity !     Amen. 

367 


358. 


Phosphor-Hesper, 


FAITH. 

6.6.5.5.5.5. 

I 


J.  W.  F.  Harrison. 


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Star  of  morn  and  even, 
Sun  of  Heaven's  heaven, 
Saviour  high  and  dear. 
Toward  us  turn  Thine  ear ; 
Through  whate'er  may  come, 
Thou  canst  lead  us  home. 

Though  the  stroke  be  grievous, 
Those  we  leant  on  leave  us, 
Though  the  treacherous  heart 
Act  the  coward's  part, 
Though  the  Tempter  come, 
Thou  wilt  lead  us  home  ! 

Saviour  pure  and  holy. 

Lover  of  the  lowly, 

Sign  us  with  Thy  sign. 
Take  our  hands  in  Thine, 
Take  our  hands  and  come. 
Lead  Thy  children  home! 

Star  of  morn  and  even. 
Shine  on  us  from  Heaven, 

From  Thy  glory-throne 

Hear  Thy  very  own  ! 

Lord  and  Saviour,  come. 

Lead  us  to  our  home  !     Amen. 


=C2=^ 


A-men. 


iiaziz.— 


368 


FAITH. 


359. 


Waeeham. 


L.M. 


W.  Knapp. 


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I  LOOK  to  Jesus,  when  my  zeal, 

And  faith,  and  love,  grow  dead  and  cold, 

Then  doth  He  Calvary  reveal, 

And  makes  me  in  His  service  bold. 

I  look  to  Jesus,  when  the  waves 
Of  dark  corruption  rage  within, 
And  He  from  their  dominion  saves, 
From  their  pollution  makes  me  clean. 

I  look  to  Jesus,  and  I  see 
Heaven's  golden  portals  opening  wide. 
With  ready  welcome  e'en  to  me, 
Though  vile,  to  enter  and  abide. 


Thus  let  me,  Lord,  while  life  doth  last. 
In  faith  look  ever  up  to  Thee, 
And  when  life's  sinful  days  are  past, 
I  shall  Thy  face  in  glory  see.     Amen. 


369 


360. 


St.  Hermas 


FAITH. 


8.8.8.8.8.8. 


A    men. 


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The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  He  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  He  leads, 
370 


Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread. 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
Mv  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill. 
For  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide   me   through  the   dreadlul 
shade. 

Amen. 


villi*   ViCTOBIA. 


FAITH. 

P.M.  P.  K.  MACIiAQAX,  Mus.  Doc. 


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On  Thee,  O  Jesus,  strongly  leaning, 

I  calmly  onward  go  ; 

No  cloud,  no  coldness  intervening. 

To  damp  love's  blessed  glow. 

In  Thee  for  ever,  Lord,  abiding, 

I  feel  that  all  is  well; 

Within  Thy  love  for  ever  hiding, 

Who  can  my  gladness  tell. 

True  light  of  light,  for  ever  seeing, 
I  hail  Thy  happy  ray. 
Bright  sun  of  suns,  still  un  declining, 
'Tis  Thou  who  mak'st  my  day  1 


Without  Thee  life  and  time  are  sadness 
No  fragrance  breathes  around ; 
But  with  Thee  even  grief  is  gladness, 
My  heart  its  home  hath  found. 

In  Thee  my  soul  is  sweetly  resting, 
JMy  hand  takes  hold  of  Thine, 
My  hope  is  ever  upward  hasting, 
And  Thou,  and  Thou  art  mine  ; 
My  refuge  from  each  storm  that  rages, 
From  wind,  and  wave,  and  war, 
My  home  throughout  eternal  ages  ; 
Above  yon  sparkling  star. 

371 


362. 


Temple. 


FAITH. 

P.M. 


E.  J,  Hopkins. 


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Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour 

All  will  be  well ; 
Free  and  changeless  is  His  favour ; 

All,  all  is  well  ! 
Precious  is  the  Blood  that  heal'd  us, 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  seal'd  us. 
Strong  the  Hand  stretch'd  forth  to  shield  us; 

All  must  be  well ! 

Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 

AHwill  be  well; 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation, 

All,  all  is  well ! 
Happy,  still  in  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding, 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding; 

All  must  be  well ! 

We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow, 

All   will  be  well ; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow, 

All, all  is  well  ! 
On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living,  or  in  dying, 

All  must  be  well ! 


372 


00«Ji  St.  AGmss, 


PRA  YER. 

CM. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mtis.  Doo. 


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Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  the  eye. 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice. 

And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays  !  " 

Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath. 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death,—? 

He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer  the  sublimes t  strains  that  reach 

The  Majesty  on  high. 

O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 

The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray.     Amen. 


■s>^ 


373 


PRA  YER. 


L.M. 


St.  Albax's  Tune  Book. 


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What  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

Have  we  no  words  ?  ah  !  think  again  : 
Words  flow  apace  when  wc  complain, 
And  fill  our  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  our  care. 

Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent. 
Our  cheerful  song  would  oftcner  be, 
Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me. 


374 


365. 


Bedford. 


PRA  YER. 

CM. 


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O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 

Th)"-  people  still  are  fed, 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 

Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ; 

Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  ; 

God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

O  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace  ! 

Such  blessings  from  Thy  gracious  hand 
Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 

And  Thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 
And  portion  evermore.     Amen. 


375 


366. 


PRA  YER. 


Holt  Tkinitt. 


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Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 

There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 

Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin. 

By  Satan  sorely  press'd, 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 

I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

That,  shelter'd  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 

And  tell  him  Thou  hast  died  ! 

O  wondrous  love,  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  Thy  gracious  name. 


376 


367. 


HURSLET. 


PR  A  YER. 

L.M. 


Huguenot  Aik. 


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Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep, 
It  chases  from  thine  eyelids  sleep  ? 
To  thy  Redeemer  take  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 

Hast  thou  a  hope  with  which  thy  heart 
Would  feel  it  almost  death  to  part  ? 
Entreat  thy  God  that  hope  to  crown, 
Or  give  thee  strength  to  lay  it  down. 

Hast  thou  a  friend,  whose  image  dear 
May  prove  an  idol  worshipped  here  ? 
Implore  the  Lord  that  naught  may  be 
A  shadow  between  heaven  and  thee. 

Whate'er  the  care  which  breaks  thy  rest, 
Whate'er  the  wish  that  swells  thy  breast, 
Spread  before  God  that  wish,  that  care. 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 


■?==P=F: 


377 


R.  COUKTEVILLE. 


)  I 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
Beneath  the  wing  of  night ; 

There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 


There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 
When  human  strength  gives  way ; 

There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

That  eye  is  fix'd  on  seraph  throngs: 

That  arm  upholds  the  sky  ; 
That  ear  is  fill'd  with  angel- songs  ; 

That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

But  there's  a  power  which  man  can  wield, 

When  mortal  aid  is  vain, 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach, 

That  listening  ear  to  gain. 

That  power  is  prayer  ; — which    soars  on  high 

Through  Jesus  to  the  throne. 
And  moves  the  hand  which  moves  the  world, 

To  bring  salvation  down. 


878 


369. 


Cabba. 


PR  A  YER, 

CM. 


P.  K.  Maclagan,  Mus.  Doo. 


Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer, 
And  make  this  house  Thy  home  ; 

Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  power ; 
O  come,  great  Spirit,  come. 

Come  as  the  light,  to  us  reveal 

Our  emptiness  and  woe ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 

Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts 

With  sacrificial  flame ; 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 

To  oar  Redeemer's  name. 

Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 

This  consecrated  hour  ; 
May  barren  minds  be  taught  to  own 

Thy  fertilizing  power. 

Come  as  the  dove,  and  spread  Thy  wings, 

The  wings  of  peaceful  love. 
Until  the  church  on  earth  become 

Blest  as  the  church  above. 


379 


O  i  V »  Childhood. 
With  spirit. 


PJ^A  YER. 

CM. 


Rev.  C.  J.  DiCKiNsoK. 


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Shepherd  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 

In  this  our  evil  day  : 
To  all  Thy  tempted  followers  give 

The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 

Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 
Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 

O  let  our  souls  on  Thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  prayer. 

The  Spirit  of  prevailing  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
To  wrestle  till  we  see  Thy  face, 

And  know  Thy  hidden  name : 

Till  Thou  Thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  Thou  Thyself  bestow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, 

"  I  will  not  let  Thee  go  ; 

"  I  will  not  let  Thee  go,  unless 
Thou  tell  Thy  name  to  me. 

With  all  Thy  great  salvation  bless, 
And  make  me  like  to  Thee." 


iJ&D 


371. 


LONDOK  NE-W. 


PRA  YER. 


CM. 


Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace 

Let  this  petition  rise. 

Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 

And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 

Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  path  of  life  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine , 

And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


381 


372. 


PR  A  YER. 


St.  Gregory. 


L.M. 


Gebmait. 


-d?: 


cT 


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b— ^-  =S T^-^-  =^=^ 

Ji — F^-H -(Zj   T^-\ M 1- 


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:(Z?~ti:- 


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From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  than  all  beside  more  sweet; 
It  is  the  blood-stained  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  spot  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  ; 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

There,  there,  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  time  and  sense  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  heaven  comes  down,  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 


382 


373. 


WiGAX. 


PRA  YER. 


Graham. 


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,       A-men. 


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Z2: 


Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  ; 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray ; 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

Thou  art  coming  to  a  King ; 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain. 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 

Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer, 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 

Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end.    Amen. 


383 


374. 


Mount  Rotal. 


PR  A  YER. 

P.M. 


P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Lord  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care 

Hath  led  me  on  till  now, 
Here,  lowly  at  the  hour  of  prayer 

Before  Thy  throne  I  bow  ; 
I  bless  Thy  gracious  hand,  and  pray 
Forgiveness  for  another  day. 

Oh  !  may  I  daily,  hourly,  strive 
In  heavenly  grace  to  grow; 

To  Thee  and  to  Thy  glory  live, 
Dead  else  to  all  below ; 

Tread  in  the  path  my  Saviour  trod, 

Though  thorny,  yet  the  path  to  God ! 

With  prayer  my  humble  praise  I  bring 

For  mercies  day  by  day ; 
Lord,  teach  my  heart  Thy  love  to  sing, 

Lord,  teach  me  how  to  pray  ! 
All  that  I  have,  I  owe  to  Thee 
I  offer  through  Eternity  ! 


S84 


375. 


Bakgor. 


PRA  YER. 

CM. 


Old  "Welsh  Melody, 


1^=T 


I    -p-jp-  ^-  p?  j     ,     I      III 

I        I 


ULD    WELSH  J.V1ELODY, 

I       ^1     I        1 


Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 
With  reverence  and  with  fear ; 

Though  dust  and  ashes  in  Thy  sight, 
We  may,  we  must,  draw  near. 

We  perish  if  we  cease  from  prayer  ; 

Oh,  grant  us  power  to  pray ! 
And  when  to  meet  Thee  we  prepare, 

Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 

Burden'd  with  guilt,  convinced  of  sin, 
In  weakness,  want,  and  woe. 

Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 
Lord,  whither  shall  we  go  ? 

God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  Thee, 
With  broken  contrite  hearts ; 

Give  what  Thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts  ; 

And  faith  in  that  One  Sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone  ; 
To  rest  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes, 

On  Christ,  on  Christ  alone. 


885 


376 


0  Era  FESTE  Bubo. 


PRAISE. 


8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7. 


German. 


Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord, 

Sing  out  with  exultation  ; 
Rejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 
Whose  arm  hath  brought  salvation 
His  works  of  love  proclaim 
The  greatness  of  His  name; 
For  He  is  God  alone 
Who  hath  His  mercy  shewn; 
Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him! 

When  in  distress  to  Him  we  cried. 
He  heard  our  sad  complaining  ; 

Oh,  trust  in  Him,  whate'er  betide, 
His  love  is  all-sustaining  ; 
Triumphant  songs  of  praise 


To  Him  our  hearts  shall  raise  ; 
Now  every  voice  shall  say, 
"  O  praise  our  God  alway  ; " 
Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him ! 

Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord, 

Sing  out  with  exultation; 
Rejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 
Whose  arm  hath  brought  salvation 
His  works  of  love  proclaim 
The  greatness  of  His  name  ; 
For  He  is  God  alone 
Who  hath  His  mercy  shewn  ; 
Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him! 

Amen- 


886 


377. 


IsTcrX  DITNKET. 


PRAISE. 


6.7.6.7.6.ti.6.6. 


GUEMAN. 


,J5B±^itf^: 


_J_ 


P'' 


A-men. 


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:?=: 


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221 


:^=^: 


122: 


Now  thank  we  all  our  God, 
With  heart,  and  hands,  and  voices, 
Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 
In  whom  His  world  rejoices  ; 
Who  from  our  mother's  arms 
Hath  bless'd  us  on  our  way 
With  countless  gifts  of  love. 
And  still  is  ours  to-day. 

Oh,  may  this  bounteous  God 
Through  all  our  life  be  near  us, 

With  ever  joyful  hearts 
And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us  ; 


And  keep  us  in  His  grace. 

And  guide  us  when  distressed. 

And  free  us  from  all  ills 
That  grieve  the  weary  breast. 

All  praise  and  thanks  to  God 
The  Father  now  be  given. 

The  Son,  and  Him,  who  reigns 
With  them  in  highest  heaven. 
The  One  eternal  God, 

Whom  earth  and  heav'n  adore, 
For  thus  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore.    Amen. 


ss: 


378. 


Vespers. 


PRAISE. 

FIRST  TUNE. 
L.M. 


J.  "W.  Elliott. 


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iiii^=i^j=a 


Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

Who  can  His  mighty  deeds  express — 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  ! 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ! 

Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 
Thou  to  Thy  chosen  dost  afford  ; 
When  Thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  Thy  salvation  visit  me. 

Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above, 

The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 

His  mercy  firm   through  ages  past, 

Hath  stood  and  shall  for  ever  last.     Amen. 


88!:$ 


PRAISE. 

SECOND  TUNE. 


J.  "W.  ECliott. 


Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

Who  can  His  mighty  deeds  express — 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  ! 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ! 

Extend  to  me  that  favor.  Lord, 
Thou  to  Thy  chosen  dost  afford ; 
When  Thou  return'st  to  set  them  free. 
Let  Thy  salvation  visit  me. 

Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above, 

The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 

His  mercy  firm   through  ages  past, 

Hath  stood  and  shall  for  ever  last.    Amen. 


389 


OitJt  "Waterstock 


PRAISE. 


6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4. 


J.  Goss. 


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Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy, 

Exalt  your  Maker's  fame, 
His  praise  your  song  employ 
Above  the  starry  frame  ; 
Your  voices  raise, 
Ye  cherubim 
And  seraphim, 
To  sing  His  praise. 

Thou  moon  that  rul'st  the  night, 
And  sun  that  guid'st  the  day, 
Ye  glittering  stars  of  light, 
To  Him  your  homage  pay. 
His  praise  declare. 
Ye  heavens  above, 
And  clouds  that  move 
In  liquid  air. 

GOO 


Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 

And  praise  His  holy  name, 
By  whose  Almighty  word 
They  all  from  nothing  came  ; 
And  all  shall  last 
From  changes  free ; 
His  firm  decree 
Stands  ever  fast. 

United  zeal  be  shown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raise, 
Whose  glorious  name  alone 
Deserves  our  endless  praise. 
Earth's  utmost  ends 
His  power  obey : 
His  glorious  sway 
The  sky  transcends. 


PRAISE. 


380. 


7.T.7.7. 


Gebuajt  Hymn. 


Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 

Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens,  new  earth; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

And  can  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No  !  the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
Learning  here  by  faith  and  love. 
Songs  of  praise  to  siijg  above. 

Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death : 
Then  amidst  eternal  joy, 
Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

Amen. 


391 


PRA/SE. 


»•  Endless  Alleluia. 


P.M. 


^a= 


■^~^" 


122 


=agfr= 


Full.  i.  Sing  Alleluia  forth  in  duteous  praise  O  citizens  of  heaven  ;  And 

2.  Ye  next,  who  stand  before  the  E-ter  -  nal  Light,  In  hymning  choirs  re-echo 

Dec.     3.  The  Holy  City  shall  take  up  your  strain,  And  with  glad  songs  resounding 

Can.     4.  In  blissful  psalmody  ye  thus    re  -  joice  To  render  to  the  Lord  with 


Dec.  5.  Ye  who  have  gained  at  length  your  palms  in  bliss.  Victorious  ones  your  chant  shall 
Can.  6.  There,  in  one  grand  acclaim,  for      e  -  ver  ring    The  strains  which  tell  the  honour 


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Dec.  7.  This  is    the    rest  for  weary   ones  brought  back,    This  is  the  food  and  drink  which 


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Full.  8.  While  Thee,  by  Whom  were  all  things    made   we  praise    For  ever,  and  tell  out  in 
9.  Almighty  Christ,  to  Thee  our  voi  -  ces   sing      Glory  for  evermore  ;  to 


r-f— 


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PRAISE. 


P.M. 


ff 


Joseph  Baknbt. 


:P2: 


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to           the  height  An 

wake          a     -  gain  An 

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still         be  this, 

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893 


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382. 


Jehovah. 


PRAISE. 


D.L.M. 


Old  TtJifE. 


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m^^. 


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J_*^^./ 


J--^    I     J        !     .    .    I      I        I.   s  I 


Sing  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song, 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  your  voices  raise, 

To  us  His  gracious  gifts  belong, 

To  Him  our  songs  of  love  and  praise. 

For  He's  the  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 
Whom  angels  serve  and  saints  adore. 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
To  whom  be  praise  for  evermore. 

For  life  and  love,  for  rest  and  food. 
For  daily  help  and  nightly  care, 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  for  He  is  ^oodj 
And  praise  His  name,  for  it  is  fair. 
For  He's  the  Lord,  &c. 

For  strength  to  those  who  on  Him  wait. 
His  truth  to  prove,  His  will  to  do  ; 
Praise  ye  our  God,  for  He  is  great, 

394 


Trust  in  His  Name,  for  it  is  true. 
For  He's  the  Lord,  &c. 

For  joys  untold  that  daily  move 
Round  those  who  love  His  sweet  employ, 
Sing  to  our  God,  for  He  is  love. 
Exalt  His  name,  for  it  is  joy. 
For  He's  the  Lord,  &c. 

For  life  below,  with  all  its  bliss, 

And  for  that  life,  more  pure  and  high, 

That  inner  life,  which  over  this 

Shall  ever  shine,  and  never  die  ; 

Sing  to  the  Lord  of  heaven  and  earthf 
Whom  Angels  serve  and  Saints  adore, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
To  whom  be  praise  for  evermore. 


383. 


PRAISE. 


WlLTSinKE. 


CM. 


SiE  George  Smabt. 


Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  His  name  ; 
When  in  distress  to  Him  I  call'd, 

He  to  my  rescue  came. 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  encamps 

Around  the  good  and  just; 
Deliverance  He  affords  to  all 

Who  on  His  succour  trust. 

O  make  but  trial  of  His  love, 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  His  truth  confide. 

Fear  Him,  ye  saints ;  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 
Make  you  His  service  your  delight, 

Your  wants  shall  be  His  care. 


395 


384. 


COBOURG. 


PRAISE. 

7's  D. 


H.  R.  H.  Pkince  Consort. 


:Kp: 


iEE2E^a53=^-S 


i=g:^=p-J-J---g=:q=p=J=q 


-'i^- 


— ^* L_f 1 1 L_| !^L ^ '-^'- 

— I 1 1 l-r — I 1 1-|-^ 1 1 — ^-  r — ' 1 i-n 1 


I        t 


W6 


Pkaise  the  Lord,  His  f!;lories  show. 

Saints  witl-.in  His  courts  below, 

Angels  round  His  throne  above, 

All  tliat  see  and  share  His  love. 

Earth  to  heaven,  and  heaven  to  earth, 

Tell  His  wonders,  sing  His  worth; 

Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 

Praise  }^im.  praise  Him,  evermore  ! 

Praise  tlie  Lord,  His  mercies  trace; 

Praise  His  providence  and  grace, 

All  that  He  for  man  hath  done, 

All  He  sends  us  through  His  Son  : 

Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 

In  the  concert  bear  your  parts  ; 

All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore, 

Praise  Hini,  praise  Him,  evermore  !     Amen. 


:z2il 


335. 


Laudate  Domino. 
I 


PRAISE. 

P.M. 


H.  J.  Gauntlett,  Mtjs.  Dec. 


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O  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord, 

Prepare  your  glad  voice 
His  praise  in  the  great 

Assembly  to  sing: 
In  their  great  Creator 

Let  Israel  rejoice  ; 
And  children  of  Sion 

Be  glad  in  their  King. 
Let  them  His  great  name 

Extol  in  their  songs, 
With  hearts  well  attuned 

His  praises  express ; 
Who  always  takes  pleasure 

To  hear  their  glad  tongues, 
And  waits  with  salvation 

The  humble  to  bless. 
With  glory  adorned. 

His  people  shall  sing 
To  God,  who  their  heads 

With  safety  doth  shield ; 
Such  honor  and  triumph 

His  favour  shall  bring : 
O  therefore  for  ever 

All  praise  to  Him  yield ! 


397- 


386. 


St.  James. 


PRAISE. 

FIRST  TUNE. 
CM. 


K.  Cottrtevilij:. 


O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

Jesus — the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears ; 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

Jesus  subdues  the  power  of  sin, 

And  sets  the  prisoner  free  : 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 

His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

He  speaks  and,  listening  to  His  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful  broken  hearts  rejoice  ; 

The  humble  poor  believe. 

Hear  Him,  ye  deaf !     His  praise,  ye  dumb, 
Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ  ! 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come  ! 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy ! 


398 


UOD.  St.Jasies. 
With  spirit. 


PRAISE. 

SECOND  TUNE. 
CM. 


R.  CotrnTETn-LE. 


O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

Jesus — the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears ; 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 

Jesus  subdues  the  power  of  sin, 

And  sets  the  prisoner  free  : 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 

His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

He  speaks  and,  Hstening  to  His  voice. 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful  broken  hearts  rejoice ; 

The  humble  poor  believe. 

Hear  Him,  ye  deaf  !     His  praise,  ye  dumb. 
Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ  ! 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come  ! 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy  I 


399 


OO  f  •  Old  Hundredth 


PRAISE. 

L.M. 


Old  Tune. 


^7^l^=^=r^^-i=nzS: 


:^IP2: 


— i-n-r5-rfS^-S-?-d-S'-rS'-;-H-S'-n-i=: r 

^-H-^H^^     I     I — p-Fi     I     ^+1 — ^^F 


All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  ; 

Him  serve  with  fear,  His  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  Him  and  rejoice. 

The  Lord,  ye  know,  is  God  indeed  ; 

Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make; 
We  are  His  flock;  He  doth  us  feed, 

And  for  His  sheep  He  doth  us  take. 

O  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise, 
Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto; 

Praise,  laud,  and  bless  His  Name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

For  why  ?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure  : 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 

And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore. 
From  men  and  from  the  angel-host 

Be  praise  and  glory  evermore.     Amen. 


400 


388. 


PRAISE. 


Old  Hundeedth. 


L.M. 


Old  Tune, 


^Xl^-l 


i 


:^iF^=^-^ 


^IP= 


:SA-: 


H 1- 


-I 1- 


^^m 


'   '   I 


'    I     A-men 


:?=: 


:s^; 


:^=P2; 


:^: 


?ia=ss 


^: 


ipz 


With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 

Glad  homage  pay  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  Him  songs  of  praise  ; 

Convinced  that  He  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed, 

We  whom  He  chooses  for  His  own, 
The  flock  that  He  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

O  enter  then  His  temple  gate ; 

Thence  to  His  courts  devoutly  press  ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 

And  still  His  Name  with  praises  bless. 

For  He's  the  Lord,  supremely  good ; 

His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  : 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 

To  endless  ages  shall  endure.     Amen. 


401 


389. 


Tkotte  No.  2. 


PRAISE. 

iKBEGUIiAIt. 


H h 


m^EEE^f^^ 


i=29: 


R^fi- 


-C2_ 


:=t=:^ 


122  ~::: 


2=^^- 


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2=2: 


t: 


t-^; 


_/"The  strain  upraise  of  joy  and 
praise,  AUe 


And  the  choirs  that     . 
)nfT)^ty  in  the  rest  of      .      .      . 

The  planets  beaming  on  their 

P  Ye  clouds  that  onward  sweep. 
Ye  winds  on 

Ye  floods  and  ocean  billows, 
Ye  storms  and 


First     let     the      birds    with 

painted 

Then  let  the  beasts  of  earth, 
with 

f  Here      let      the      mountains 
thunder  forth  so- 


f/j/'Thou  jubilant  abyss  of  - 

To  God,  Who  all  ere    -    ■ 

This  is  the  strain,  the  eternal 
strain,  the  Lord 


Wherefore  we  sing,  both  heart 
and  voice  a- 

(  Unison. ) 

Now  from  all  men     .     .     . 

{Harmony.') 
Jj  Praise  be  sung  to  the 


dwell  on         high 

Paradise    who  dwell, 

heaven     -     ly    way, 

pin    -    -  ions    light, 
win      -       ter     snow, 


plum  -  age  gay, 
vary  -  ing  strain, 
-nor  -  -  ous 
o  -  cean,  cry 
-a  -  tion  made, 
Al    -    mighty    loves, 

-virak  -  ing, 

be  out  -  poured 
Three        in        One. 


Shall  re-echo     -     .     -     -     - 
Theblessed  ones,  with  joy  the 

The    shining    constellations. 


yYe  thunders,  echoing  loud  and 
deep.  Ye  lightnings. 

Ye  days  of  cloudless  beauty. 
Hoar  frost  and 


To  the   glory  of  their   King 
Shall  the  ransomed 


Exalt    their    great    Creator's 
Join  in  creation's  hymn,  and 

Alle ^ 

AUe 

The  frequent  hymn  be 
Alle 


peo  -  pie  sing 
through  the  sky, 
chorus  swell 

join  and  say 


wildly  bright, 
summer  glow, 

praise,   and  say 
cry    a     -     gain 
lu    -    -     iai 
lu    -    -     ia! 
du    -    ly  paid, 
-lu    -    -     ia  I 


Alle  - 
Alleluia 
Alle 


-lu  -  -  ia  t 
to  the  Lord ; 
-lu    -    -     ia ! 


402 


PRAISE. 


Irregular. 


A.  H.  D.  Troyte. 


ES=|-iEH==3gG^E^-te:iMJ 


:R=: 


jriz. 


:H22K: 


-<^- 


Alle 
Alle 
Alle 

Alle 


In  sweet  con 


Te  groves  that  wave  in  spring, 
All  glorious 


/ 


Alle 


Alle 


,   (Trebles  only ^ 
p  There  let  the    valleys   sing  in 
gentler 
(Trebles  only.) 
Ye  tracts  of  earth  and  conti    - 


/Alle 


This  is  the  song,  the  heavenly 
song,  that  Christ  The 

,   (Trebles  only.) 
p  And     children's    voices     echo, 
answer 


With  Alleluia 
Alle      -      - 


ia! 
ia! 
iai 


rests,    sing 


iaI 
ial 


cho      -      -      rus 
-nents,  re  -      ply 


-lu 


ia! 


King  ap   -  proves, 

mak     -      -      ing, 
e  -  ver      -     more 


ia! 


Alle  ... 

Alle  -           .           -  . 

Alle  -           .           .  , 

Alle  -           .  -  ■ 

your  Alle  •  • 

/Alle-  -  .  . 

Alle  .  -  -  . 

Alle  -  .  .  . 

Alle  - 
Alle  - 

Alle  -  -  .  . 

Alle  .  -  -  - 

Alle  -  -  -  . 
The      Son       .and     Spirit 

Alle  .  .  -  . 


-lu  -  ia  I 
-lu  -  ia! 
-lu  -  ia  I 

-lu  -  ia! 


-lu- 

iat 

-lu- 

ia! 

-lu- 

ial 

-lu- 

ia! 

-lu  - 

ia! 

-lu  - 

ia! 

-lu  -  ia! 


-lu  -  ia! 

-lu  -  ial 
we  adore. 

-lu  -  ia! 


403 


Dr.  Croft. 


Ye  servants  of  God, 
Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 
His  wonderful  Name; 

The  Name  all-victorious 
Of  Jesus  extol ; 

His  kinnjdom  is  glorious, 
And  rules  over  all. 

God  ruleth  on  high, 
Al  nighty  to  save  ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh, 
His  presence  we  have  ; 

The  great  congregation 
His  triumph  shall  sing. 

Ascribing  salvation 
To  Jesus  our  King. 

404 


Salvation  to  God 
Who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud 
And  honour  the  Son. 

The  praises  of  Jesus 
All  Angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces 
And  worship  the  Lamb. 

Then  let  us  adore 

And  give  Him  His  right; 

All  glory  and  power, 

All  wisdom  and  might, 
All  honoTir  and  blessing, 

With  Angels  above  ; 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love.     Amen. 


391. 


Langtox. 


PRAISE. 


S.M. 


Steeatfield,  (Aee.) 


Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

There  shall  we  see  His  face. 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  His  grace 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Emmanuel's  ground 

To  fairer  worlds  ou  high.     Amen. 


-405 


392. 


PRAISE. 


Nativity. 


CM. 


JI.  Lahee. 


EEgEa^iiSfT-fcgEgESEES 


Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  tlirone  ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 

For  He  was  slain  for  us. 

Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 

Lord,  be  for  ever  Thine. 

Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky. 

In  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high. 

And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  Name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne. 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb.     Amen. 


400 


393. 


PRAISE. 

Alleluia,  dulce  cabmen.      8.7.8.T.8.7. 
iS' — (S — (Si'—\ — *^-F  »-&- 


Hatds", 


Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven, 

To  His  feet  thy  tribute  bring ; 
Ransom'd,  healed,  restored,  forgiven, 

Evermore  His  praises  sing. 
Alleluia !  Alleluia  ! 

Praise  the  everlasting  King. 

Praise  Him  for  His  grace  and  favour 

To  our  fathers  in  distress  ; 
Praise  Him  still  the  same  as  ever. 

Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless ; 
Alleluia!  Alleluia ! 

Glorious  in  His  faithfulness. 

Father-like,  He  tends  and  spares  us, 
Well  our  feeble  frame  He  knows ; 

In  His  Hands  He  gently  bears  us, 
Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes ; 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia! 
Widely  yet  His  mercy  flows. 

Angels  in  the  height  adore  Him  ! 

Ye  behold  Him  face  to  face : 
Saints  triu.nphant  bow  before  Him ! 

Gather'd  in  from  every  race  : 
Alleluia!  Alleluia! 

Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace.     Amen. 


407 


394. 


St.  Austin. 


PRAISE. 


6.6.4.6.6.6.4. 


Eev.  Sir  F.  A.  G.  Ouseley. 


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Come,  Thou  Almighty  King, 
Hcl])  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise  ! 

Father  all  glorious, 

O'er  all  victorious, 

Come  and  reign  over  us. 
Ancient  of  days. 

Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayers  attend  : 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless  ; 
Come,  give  Thy  word  success  ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend! 
408 


Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour: 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart. 

Spirit  of  power. 

To  Thee,  great  One  in  Three, 

The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore . 
Thy  sovereign  majesty, 
May  wc  in  glory  see. 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore.     Amen. 


395. 


Hanover. 


PRAISE. 

10.10.11.11. 


:=i: 


'JZtZIL^ZiZ 


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A-men. 


Oh  !  worship  the  King  all  glorious  above, 
Oh  !  gratefully  sing  His  power  and  His  love, 
Our  shield  and  defender,  the  Ancient  of  days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendour,  and  girded  with  praise  ! 

Oh  !  tell  of  His  might,  oh !  sing  of  His  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space, 
His  chariots  of  wrath  the   deep   thunder-clouds 

form. 
And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

The  earth  with  its  store  of  wonders  untold, 
Almighty,  Thy  power  hath  founded  of  old, 
Hath  'stablish'd  it  fast  by  a  changeless  decree, 
And  round  it  hath  cast,  like  a  mantle,  the  sea. 


Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air  ;  it  shines  in  the  light ; 
It  streams  from  the  hills  ;    it  descends    to  the 

plain ; 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  Thee  to  fail : 
Thy  mercies  how  tender  !  how  firm  to  the  end ! 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend ! 

O  measureless  Might !  Ineffable  Love ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  Thee  above, 
Thy  ransom'd  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays, 
With  true  adoration  shall  sing  to  Thy  praise. 

Amen. 
409 


396. 


Dedication'. 


PRAISE. 


S.M. 


iiililiiiiiEiiaiiiliili 


S=F5Eg3 


iiiP^! 


I 


rz^HT^zr:^: 


.Ci.      I^  .c^.      .C2. 


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l^i^?l?^iira 


"p^^^-^-^^- 


fezfcri 


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r^--ni^ir^=q:=^ 


Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

.Sing  of  His  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

Sing  on  your  heavenly  way. 
Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ  the  eternal  King. 

Soon  shall  ye  hear  Him  say, 
"  "V  e  blessed  children  come  I " 

Soon  will  He  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  His  wanderers  home. 

There  shall  our  raptured  tongues 
His  endless  praise  proclaim, 

And  sweeter  voices  swell  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.     Amen. 


410 


397. 


Old  100th. 


PRAISE. 

L.M. 
(First  Veesioit.) 


=^=^: 


7:z2: 


2^=:^=^: 


2i: 


-rS— iS— (S- 


221 


221 


?=: 


122: 


:s2: 


--^=^-- 


:^=^ 


?2: 


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^ 


:^ 


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2=2^=^-' 


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A-men. 


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?2Tr: 


(Second  Veksion.) 


Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid. 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 

And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we 
stray'd, 

He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

We  are  His  people,  we  His  care. 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 

What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  name  ? 


W  e'U  crown  Thy  gates  with  thankful 

songs. 
High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand 

tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding 
praise. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to 
move.     Amen. 


411 


398. 


PRAISE. 


JUBILEK, 


F.  C.  Chattock. 


[E?^3^E3E^E|=ld 


:=^: 


=gEgEtiil 


g? 


-SI- 


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:=^=P2--g: 


1^1 


.!:2.  .(^2. 


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— j— I       ^ — j ^ f^-^— 1-^ ;;,-^ F-^-    -& ^^ 

iEtE^-iE^^E^=E^tE^EtE 


5=ee; 


gj^fff^gigggi^i^a 


41^ 


Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 

Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing 
And  triumph  evermore  : 

Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice; 

Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love  : 

When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 
He  took.  His  seat  above  : 

Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 

Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

His  Kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  : 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  ; 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

He  sits  at  God's  right  hand 

Till  all  His  foes  submit, 
And  bow  to  His  command 

And  fall  beneath  His  feet ; 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice.    Amen. 


399. 


Chubch  Tkiumphant. 

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PRAISE. 

li.M. 


J.  "W.  Elliott. 


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O  COME,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  Almighty  King, 
And  high  our  grateful  voices  raise. 
As  our  Salvation's  rock  we  praise. 

Into  His  presence  let  us  haste 
To  thank  Him  for  His  favours  past ; 
To  Him  address,  in  joyful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  His  name  belongs. 

For  God  the  Lord,  enthron'd  in  state. 
Is  with  unrivall'd  glory  great ; 
The  depths  of  earth  are  in  His  hand, 
Her  secret  wealth  at  His  command. 

O  let  us  to  His  courts  repair. 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  ; 
Low  on  our  knees  with  rev'rence  fall. 
And  on  the  Lord  our  Maker  call. 


413 


400. 


PRAISE. 


St.  Michael. 


S.M. 


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Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 

Though  high  above  all  praise, 
Above  all  blessing  high. 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  Name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

Oh  !  for  the  living  flame. 
From  His  own  altar  brought. 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire. 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought. 

God  is  our  strength  and  song, 
And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaim'd, 
With  all  our  ransom'd  powers. 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  ; 
The  Lord  your  God  adore  : 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  Name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore.     Amen. 


414 


PRAISE. 


401. 


Hatdu'. 


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Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens   adore  Him ; 

Praise  Him,  ans;els,  in  the  heis^ht: 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him; 

Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  and  light : 
Praise  the  Lord  !  for  He  hath  spoken, 

Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obey'd, 
Laws,  which  never  shall  be  broken, 

For  their  guidance  He  hath  made. 

Praise  the  Lord  !  for  He  is  glorious  ; 

Never  shall  His  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious, 

Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 
Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 

Hosts  on  high,  His  power  proclaim; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 

Laud  and  magnify  His  name  ! 


415 


402. 


Globia. 


PRAISE. 


8.7.  D, 


Henky  Smart. 


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Alleluia!     Sing  to  Jesus! 

His  tlie  sceptre,  His  the  throne  ; 
Alleluia!   His  the  triumph, 

His  the  victory  alone. 
H.irk,  the  songs  of  Holy  Zion 

Thunder  like  a  miphty  flood  : 
"  Jesus,  out  of  every  nation, 

Hath  redeem'd  us  by  His  blood  !  " 


Alleluia  !     Not  as  orphans 

Are  we  left  in  sorrow  now  ; 
Alleluia!    He  is  near  us, 

Faith  believes,  nor  questions  how  ; 
Though  the  cloud  from  sight  received  Him 

When  the  forty  days  were  o'er. 
Shall  our  hearts  forget  His  promise — 

"  I  am  with  you  evermore?" 


Alleluia!     Bread  of  heaven, 

Thou  on  earth  our  food,  our  stay  ; 
Alleluia!    Here  the  sinful 

Flee  to  Thee  from  day  to  day. 
Intercessor,  Friend  of  sinners, 

Karth's  Redeemer,  ]ilead  for  me, 
Where  the  songs  of  all  the  sinless 

Sweep  across  the  crystal  sea. 


Alleluia  !   Sing  to  Jesus  ! 

His  the  sceptre.  His  the  throne; 
Alleluia!    His  the  triumph. 

His  the  victory  alone. 
H.irk,  the  songs  of  holy  Zion 

Thunder  like  a  mighty  flood  : 
"  Jesus,  out  of  every  nation. 

Hath  redeem'd  us  by  His  blood !  "    Amen. 


416 


403. 


PRAISE. 


Alleluia  Dttlce  Carmen.     8.7.8.7.8.7. 


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Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 

Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One ; 
Glory,  glory. 

While  eternal  ages  run ! 

Glory  be  to  Him  who  loved  us, 

Wash'd  us  from  each  spot  and  stain : 

Glory  be  to  Him  who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  Him  to  reign ; 

Glory,  glory, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 

Glory  to  the  King  of  angels, 
Glorj'  to  the  Church's  King, 

Glory  to  the  King  of  nations, 

Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring  : 

Glory,  glory, 
To  the  King  of  glory  bring ! 

Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal ! 

Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings  : 
Honour,  riches,  power,  dominion  ! 

Thus  its  praise  creation  brings  ; 
Glory,  glory. 

Glory  to  the  King  of  Kings  ! 


417 


404. 


Mercy  seat. 

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8.7.8.7. 


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Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 

Cherubim  and  Seraphim 
Fill'd  His  temple,  and  repeated 

Each  to  each  th'  alternate  hymn : 

"  Lord,  Thy  Glory  fills  the  heaven, 
"Earth  is  with  its  tulness  stored; 

"  Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  " 

Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing, 
Earth  takes  up  the  angel's  cry, 

"  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 
''  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  High !  " 

With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  Church  below, 

Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  Him, 

'Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow  : 

"  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 
"  Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored  ; 

"  Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  " 


418 


405. 


CONQTTEST. 


PRAISE. 

1.1.1.1.  D. 


P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Hail!  Thou  Vanquisher  of  nif;ht, 
Great  Redeerner,  Lord  of  Light  ; 
First  begotten  from  the  dead, 
Of  the  Church  triumphant  Head, — 
For  the  Sunlight  of  Thy  Day. 
Shewing  wrath  all  borne  away, 
Crowns  before  Thee  we  will  cast, 
While  eternal  ages  last. 

On  creation  now  we  call, 
Bow'd  and  humbled  by  the  Fall, 
From  the  bondage  and  the  tears 
Of  the  weary  by-gone  years, 
Now  to  lift  her  troubled  heart. 
And  in  triumph  take  her  part, 
Singing  o'er  the  land  and  sea 
"  ThOu  shak  set  Creation  free." 


Burning  Seraphs,  pure  and  bright, 
As  ye  rest  not  day  nor  night, 
Chanting  all  with  one  accord 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord," 
Linger,  musing  on  the  plan 
Of  redemption,  free  to  man  : 
This  your  theme  midst  light  above 
God's  great  mystery  of  love. 
Then  from  all  whom  Christ  hath  sonp-ht, 
All  whose  freedom  He  hath  bought  — 
From  the  young  and  from  the  old, 
All  within  the  Shepherd's  fold — 
Let  there  rise  one  joyous  strain 
To  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain, 
Who  hath  vanqnish'd  dreary  night ; 
Great  Redeemer,  Lord  of  light. 

419 


•  Hadderwateb. 


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LOVE. 

P.M. 

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I  lovE  my  God.but  with  no  love  of  mine, 

For  I  have  none  to  give  : 
I  love  Thee,  Lord,  but  all  the  love  is  Thine, 

For  b}'  Thy  life  I  live  ; 
I  am  as  nothing,  and  rejoice  to  be 
Emptied,  and  lost,  and  swallow'd  up  in  Thee. 

Thou,  Lord,  alone  art  all  Thy  children  need. 

And  there  is  none  beside  ; 
From  Thee  the  streams  of  blessedness  pro- 
ceed. 

In  Thee  tlie  blest  abide  : 
Fountain  of  life  and  all-abounding  grace, 
Our  source,  our  centre  and  our  dwelling-place. 


420 


LOVE. 

CM. 


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My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 
I  hope  for  heaven  thereby. 

Nor  yet  because  who  love  Thee  not 
Must  die  eternally. 

Thou,  O  my  Saviour,  Thou  didst  me 
Upon  the  Cross  embrace  ; 

For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace ; 

And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony  ; 
Yea,  death  itself  ;  and  all  for  me 

Who  was  Thine  enemy. 

Then  why,  O  blessed  Saviour  Christ, 
Should  I  not  love  Thee  well  ? 

Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell ; 

Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Not  seeking  a  reward ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 

O  ever-loving  Lord  ! 

So  would  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 
And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing ; 

Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  Eternal  King.     Amen. 


421 


•  Abschied. 


LOVE. 


7.6.  D. 


Mendelssohn. 


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In  heavenly  love  ahidincr. 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear, 
And  safe  in  such  confiding, 

For  notliing  changes  here  : 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 

And  can  I  be  dismay 'd  ? 

Wherever  He  may  guide  me, 
No  want  shall  turn  me  back; 

My  Shepherd  is  beside  me. 
And  nothing  can  I  lack : 
422 


His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim  : 
H  :  knows  the  way  He  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  Him. 

Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  vet  I  have  not  seen ; 
Briglit  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me. 

Where  darkest  clouds  have  been : 
My  hope  I  cannot  measure  ; 

Mv  jiath  to  life  is  free  ; 
My  Saviour  has  mv  treasure, 

And  He  will  walk  with  me. 


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LOVE. 

7'8.  6  lines. 


E.  J.  Hopkins. 


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Earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers, 
Air,  with  all  its  beams  and  showers, 
Ocean's  infinite  expanse, 
Heaven's  refulgent  countenance, 
All  around,  and  all  above, 
Bear  the  record — God  is  love. 

Sounds  among  the  vales  and  hills, 
In  the  woods,  and  by  the  rills. 
In  the  breeze  and  in  the  storm. 
In  the  clouds  by  tempest  born, 
All  these  sounds  beneath,  above, 
Have  one  burden — God  is  love. 

All  the  hopes  and  fears  that  dart 
From  the  fountain  of  the  heart ; 
All  the  quiet  bliss  that  lies 
In  our  human  sympathies  : 
These  are  voices  from  above 
Sweetly  saying — God  is  love. 

But  the  holy  Saviour's  birth. 
All  He  did  and  said  on  earth, 
All  His  agonies  and  woes. 
All  His  pleadings  for  His  foes, 
All  His  blessings  from  above, 
Most  assure  us — God  is  love. 


42c 


410. 


Chaeitas. 


LOVE. 

8.7.  D. 


Kev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


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Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  uf  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion. 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Come,  Almijihty  to  deliver. 
Let  us  all  Thy  grace  receive; 

Speedily  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 

424 


Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing; 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above  ; 
Pray  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing; 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 

Finish  then  Thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee. 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory. 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  j^lace  : 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


4XX*  Natlob's 


LOVE. 

7.7.7.7. 


Naylor. 


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Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  His  word : 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee ; 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ? 

"  I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 
"  And,  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound  ; 
"  Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
"  Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light, 

"  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 

"  Cease  to  guard  the  child  she  bare  ? 

"  Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be  ; 

"  Yet  will  I  remember  thee  ! 


"  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
"  Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
"  Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
"  Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

"  Thou  shajt  see  My  glory  soon, 
"  When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  : 
"  Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be  ; 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ?  " 


Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee  and  adore  ! 
Oh  !  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more  ! 


Amen. 


425 


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Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all, 
Hear  me,  blest  Saviour,  when  I  call: 
Hear  me,  and  from  Tliy  dwelling-place 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  Thy  grace. 
Jesus  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore  : 
O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Jesus,  too  late  I  Thee  have  sought : 
How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought? 
And  how  extol  Thy  matchless  fame, 
The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  Name  ? 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore  ; 

O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

426 


Jesus,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me, 

That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly  ? 

How  great  the  joy  that  Thou  hast  brought, 

So  far  exceeding  hoiio  or  thought. 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  1  Thee  adore  : 
O  make  me  love  Tlice  more  and  more. 

Jesus,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song, 

To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong: 

AH  that  I  have  or  am  is  Thine, 

And  Tliou,  blest  S  ■  vinur.  Thou  art  mine. 

Jejus,  my  Lord,  I  Tlice  adore  : 

O  make  me  love  Tlice  more  and  more.  Amen. 


413. 


St.  Exttkohus. 


JOY. 

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My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 

And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  : 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 

And  He  my  rising  sun. 

The  opening  heav'ns  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His  !     Amen. 


427 


414. 


Falfield. 


JOY. 


8.7.8.7.  D. 


Arthur  Sullivajt. 


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Lord,  with  glowing   heart   I'd   praise 
Thee 

For  the  Wiss  Thy  love  bestows, 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me. 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows  : 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavour ; 

Tills  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise : 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warm'd  to  praise. 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that   sought 
thee, 
Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and    kindly   brought 
thee 
From  the  paths  of  death  away  : 
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Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 

And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stain 'd  cross  appear. 

Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lijxs  express  ; 
Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling. 

Deign    Thy    suppliant's    prayer     to 
I)Iess  : 
Let  Thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise  : 
And,  since  words    can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

Amen. 


4XDf  Habt. 


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Let  my  place  and  portion  be  : 

Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 

Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 
All  Thy  Spirit  hath  reveal'd  :    • 

Thou  hast  spoken — I  believe, 
Though  the  oracle  be  seal'd. 

Humble  as  a  little  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 
By  no  subtleties  beguiled, 

On  Thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

Israel !  now  and  evermore 

In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust; 
Him  in  all  His  ways  adore. 

Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just.  Amen. 


429 


416. 


HUMILITY. 


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Jesus,  cast  a  look  on  me  ; 
Give  me  sweet  simplicity, 
Make  me  poor  and  keep  me  low, 
Seeking  only  Thee  to  know  ; 

Weaned  from  my  lordly  self, 
Weaned  from  the  miser's  pelf. 
Weaned  from  the  scorner's  ways, 
Weaned  from  the  lust  of  praise. 

All  that  feeds  my  busy  pride. 
Cast  it  evermore  aside  ; 
Bid  my  will  to  Thine  submit; 
Lay  me  humbly  at  Thy  feet. 


Make  me  like  a  little  child, 
Of  my  strength  and  wisdom  spoil'd, 
Seeing  only  in  Thy  light, 
Walking  only  in  Thy  might. 

Leaning  on  Thy  loving  breast, 
Where  a  weary  soul  may  rest : 
Feeling  well  tlie  jaeace  of  God 
Flowing  from  Thy  precious  Blood  ! 

In  this  posture  let  me  live, 
And  hosannas  daily  give  ; 
In  this  temper  let  me  die, 
And  hosannas  ever  cry  !     Amen. 


417. 


St.  Agnes. 


HUMILITY. 

CM. 


Kev.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


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Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  the  breast ; 

But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

No  voice  can  sing,  no  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Jesus'  name, 

The  Saviour  of  mankind. 

O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek. 
To  those  who  fall  how  kind  Thou  art! 

How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

But  what  to  those  who  find  ?     Ah  !  this 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 

The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  will  be  ; 
In  Thee  be  all  our  glory  now, 

And  through  eternity.     Amen. 


481 


418. 


PEACE. 


DtJcnEss. 


CM. 


Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 
While  these  hot  breezes  blow  : 

Be  like  the  night-dew's  cooling  balm 
Upon  earth's  fever'd  brow! 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  Thy  breast  ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 

And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

Yes  ;  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 
The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet; 

Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street; 

Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  my  hour  of  pain  ; 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth. 

Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain  ; 

Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong. 
Like  Him  who  bore  my  shame; 

Calm  'mid  the  tlireatcning,  taunting  throng. 
Who  hate  Thy  holy  Name  ; 


432 


Calm  as  the  ray  of  sun  or  star 
Which  storms  assail  in  vain, 

Moving  unruffled  through  earth's  war, 
Th'  eternal  calm  to  gain  !   Amen. 


'•  Wordsworth, 


PEACE. 


10.10.10.10.10.10. 


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Long  did  I  toil,  and  knew  no  earthly  rest ; 

Far  did  I  rove,  and  found  no  certain  home; 
At  last  I  sought  them  in  His  sheltering  breast, 

Who  spreads  his  arms  and  bids  the  weary  come  ; 
With  Him  I  found  a  home,  a  rest  Divine  : 
And  I  sinca  then  am  His,  and  He  is  mine. 

Yes !   He  is  mine !  and  nought  of  earthly  things, 
Not  all  the  charms  of  pleasure,  wealth,  or  power, 

The  fame  of  heroes,  or  the  pomp  of  kings. 
Could  tempt  me  to  forego  His  love  an  hour. 

Go,  worthless  world,  I  cry,  with  all  that's  thine ! 

Go !   I  ray  Saviour's  am,  and  He  is  mine. 

The  good  I  have  is  from  His  stores  supplied; 

The  ill  is  only  what  He  deems  the  best ; 
He  for  my  Friend,  I'm  rich  with  nought  beside  ; 


And  poor  without  Him,  though  of  all  possest : 
Changes  may  come  ;  I  take,  or  I  resign  ; 
Content,  while  I  am  His,  while  He  is  mine. 

Whate'er  may  change,  in  Him  no  change  is  seen, 
A  glorious  Sun,  that  wanes  not  nor  declines; 

Above  the  clouds  and  storms  He  walks  serene. 
And  sweetly  on  His  people's  darkness  shines : 

All  may  depart  ;   I  fret  not  nor  repine. 

While  I  my  Saviour's  am,  while  He  is  mine. 

He  stays  me  falling,  lifts  me  up  when  dovni, 

Reclaims  me  wandering,  guards  from  every  foe  ; 

Plants  on  my  worthless  brow  the  victor's  crown  ; 
Which,  in  return,  before  His  feet  I  throw, 

Grieved  that  I  cannot  better  grace  His  shrine, 

Who  deigns  to  own  me  His,  as  He  is  mine. 

433 


420. 


Veni  Cito. 


PEACE. 

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Pback,  troubled  soul  ;  thou  needst  not  fear, 
Thy  preat  Protector  still  is  near  ; 
He  who  has  fed  will  feed  thee  sti!!  ; 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  His  will ! 
Who  hears  the  ravens  when  they  cry, 
Will  all  His  children's  needs  supply. 


A-men. 


484 


Peace,  doubting  heart!  distrust  not  God  : 

Though    dark  tlie  valley,  steep  the  way. 

Still  lean  upon  His  staff  and  rod, 

Still  make  His  providence  Thy  stay  : 

A  sudden  calm  thy  soul  shall  hll  ;— 

'Tis  God  who  whispers.  Peace,  be  still !  Amen. 


421. 


Rest. 


PEACE. 


6.6.8.6.8.8. 


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Jesus,  I  rest  in  Thee, 

In  Thee  myself  I  hide ; 
Laden  with  guilt  and  misery, 

Where  can  I  rest  beside  ? 
'Tis  on  Thy  meek  and  lowly  breast 
My  weary  soul  alone  would  rest. 
Thou  holy  One  of  God, 

The  Father  rests  in  Thee, 
And  in  the  savour  of  that  blood 

That  speaks  to  Him  for  me. 
The  curse  has  gone,  through  Thee  I'm  blest; 
God  rests  in  Thee,  in  Thee  I  rest. 
The  slave  of  sin  and  fear, 

Thy  truth  my  bondage  broke ; 
My  willing  spirit  loves  to  bear 

Thy  light  and  easy  yoke  ; 
The  love  that  fills  my  grateful  breast 
Makes  duty  joy  and  labour  rest. 
Soon  the  bright  glorious  day, 

The  rest  of  God  shall  come ; 
Sorrow  and  sin  shall  pass  away, 

And  I  shall  reach  my  home  ; 
Then  of  the  promised  land  possest, 
My  soul  shall  know  eternal  rest. 


435 


PEACE. 


422. 


Sun  of  my  Soul. 


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Peace  upon  peace,  like  wave  on  wave, 
This  is  the  portion  that  I  crave  ; 
The  peace  of  God  which  passes  thought, 
The  peace  of  Christ  which  changeth  not. 

Peace  like  the  river's  gentle  flow, 
Peace  like  the  morning's  silent  glow, 
From  day  to  day,  in  love  supplied, 
An  endless  and  unebbing  tide. 


Peace  flowing  on,  without  decrease, 
From  Him  who  is  our  joy  and  peace. 
Who  by  His  reconciling  blood, 
Hath  made  the  sinner's  peace  with  God. 

Peace  thro'  the  night  and  thro'  the  day. 
Peace  thro'  all  windings  of  our  way, 
In  pain  and  toil  and  weariness, 
A  deep  and  everlasting  peace. 

O  King  of  Peace,  this  peace  bestow 

Upon  a  stranger  here  below; 

O  God  of  Peace,  Thy  peace  impart 

To  every  troubled,  trembling  heart. 


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Peace  from  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Peace  from  the  Sj^irit,  all  His  own; 
Peace  that  shall  never  more  be  lost, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


423. 


Requiem. 


PEACE. 

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Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart ; 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art ; 

Make  me  as  a  little  child  ; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleas'd   with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 

What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide. 

Calmly  to  Thy  wisdom  leave  ; 
'Tis  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care  ; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear? 

As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone, 
Let  me  thus  with  Thee  abide. 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide.     Amen. 


437 


Hebron. 


SELF-CONSECRA  TION. 

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Jesus  my  strength,  my  hope, 

On  Thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  Thou  hear'st  my  prayer  : 

Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do — 
On  Thee,  almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

Give  me  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick,  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near. 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly ; 

A  spirit  still  prepared. 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 
438 


Give  me  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 

To  Thee  and  Thy  great  name; 

Give  me  a  heart  to  pray. 

To  pray  and  never  cease, 
Never  to  murmur  at  Thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less. 

I  rest  upon  Thy  word, 

Tlie  ]:)roniise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succour  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  Thee  ; 

But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  rcn.ove. 
Till  Thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  Thy  perfect  love. 


SELF-CONSECRATION. 

ffc<»Oi  St.  Sepulchre.  L.M. 


G.  COOPEB. 


Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Saviour  said. 
If  thou  would'st  My  disciple  be ; 
Deny  thyself,  the  world  forsake. 
And  humbly  follow  after  Me.. 

Take  up  thy  cross,  let  not  its  weight 
Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm  ; 
His  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 
And  brace  thy  heart  and  nerve  thine  arm. 

Take  up  thy  cross,  nor  heed  the  shame  j 
Nor  let  thy  foolish  pride  rebel : 
Thy  Lord  for  thee  the  Cross  endured, 
To  save  thy  soul  from  death  and  helL 

Take  up  thy  cross  then  in  His  strength, 
And  calmly  every  danger  brave ; 
'Twill  guide  thee  to  a  better  home, 
And  lead  to  victory  o'er  the  grave. 

Take  up  thy  cross,  and  follow  Christ, 
Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down ; 
For  only  he  who  bears  the  cross 
May  hope  to  wear  the  glorious  crown. 


439 


426. 


SELF-CO  NS  EC R  A  TION. 


Edina. 


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Saviour,  Blessed  Saviour, 

Listen  while  we  sing  ; 
Hearts  and  voices  raising 

Praises  to  our  King. 
All  we  have  we  offer  ; 

All  we  hope  to  be. 
Body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

All  we  yield  to  Thee. 

Nearer,  ever  nearer, 

Christ  we  draw  to  Thee, 
Deep  in  adoration 

Bending  low  the  knee. 
Thou  for  our  redemption, 

Cam'st  on  earth  to  die  ; 
Thou,  that  we  might  follow. 

Hast  gone  up  on  high. 

Great,  and  ever  greater. 

Are  Thy  mercies  here  ; 
True  and  everlasting 

Are  the  glories  there  ; 
Where  no  pain  or  sorrow, 

Toil  or  care,  is  known  ; 
Where  the  Angel  legions 

Circle  round  Thy  throne. 

440 


Dark,  and  ever  darker, 

Was  the  wintry  past  ; 
Now  a  ray  of  gladness 

O'er  our  path  is  cast ; 
Every  day  that  passeth, 

Every  hour  that  flies, 
Tells  of  love  unfeign'd 

Love  that  never  dies. 


Onward,  ever  onward, 

Journeying  o'er  the  road 
Worn  by  saints  before  us, 

Journeying  on  to  God  ; 
Leaving  all  behind  us. 

May  we  hasten  on^ 
Backward  never  looking 

Till  the  prize  is  won. 

Higher  then,  and  higher. 

Bear  the  ransom'd  soul, 
Earthly  toils  forgotten,^ 

S.wiour,  to  its  goal  ; 
Where,  in  joys  unthought  of, 

Saints  with  Angels  sing, 
Never  weary,  raising. 

Praises  to  their  King.    Amen. 


427. 


SELF-COKSECRA  TION. 


St.  Leonard . 


CM. 


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O  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A.  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ! 

A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 
My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where    only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart. 
Believing,  true,  and  clean  : 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within : 

A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd. 
And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 
Come  quickly  from  above, 
Write  Thy  new  Name  upon  my  heart. 
Thy  new,  best  Name  of  Love.     Amen. 


441 


433. 


Leigh. 


RESIGNATION. 

L.M. 


A.  R.  Reinagle. 

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A-men. 


The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  ; 
At  last,  0  Lord,  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust : 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 
And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 
I  look  for  mercy  at  Thy  throne. 

I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear. 
Save  for  the  friends  I  hold  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord, descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  Friend. 

I  come  :  I  come  at  Thy  command, 
I  yield  my  Spirit  to  Thy  hand; 
Stretch  forth  Thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  ; 
Now,  O  my  God,  let  troubles  cease, 
Now  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace.     Amen. 


442 


429. 


Troyte. 


RE  SIGN  A  TIOK 

8.8.8.4. 


A.  H.  D.  Teoytb. 


My  God  and  Father,  while  I  stray- 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
O  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


Though  dark  my  path  and  sad  my  lot, 
Let  me  be  still  and  murmur  not, 
Or  breathe  the  prayer  divinely  taught, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved,  no  longer  nigh, 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply. 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Though  Thou  hast  call'd  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prized,  it  ne'er  was  mine, 
I  have  but  yielded  what  was  Thine ; 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Should  grief  or  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 
My  Father !  still  I  strive  to  say. 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


Let  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest ; 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day ; 
Blend  it  with  Thine  ;  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done  .' 


443 


RESIGNATION. 


A 


'•  Bethsatda, 


8.6.8.6.8.6. 


James  Ttjule. 


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Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portion'd  out  for  me, 
The  changes  that  are  sure  to  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see ; 
I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 

I  ask  Thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 
Through  constant  watching  wise. 

To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles 
And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 

A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 
To  soothe  and  sympathies. 

I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro ; 
.Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

444. 


Or  secret  thing  to  know  . 

I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 

To  keep  and  cultivate, 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do, 

For  the  Lord  on  whom  I  wait. 

I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength 
To  none  that  ask  denied, 

A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 
Wliile  keeping  at  Thy  side  ; 

Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 
If  Thou  be  <rlorified. 


431. 


Rockingham. 


RESIGN  A  TION. 

L.M. 


W.  MiLLEB. 


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Be  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares 
To  Thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares  ; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  His  gracious  word. 

Brought  safely  by  His  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear ; 
How  canst  thou  want  if  He  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide .'' 

When  first  before  His  mercy-seat 
Thou  didst  to  Him  thy  all  commit ; 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  His  wisdom,  love  and  power. 

Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall. 
And  He  refuse  to  hear  thy  call .'' 
And  has  He  not  His  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  1 

Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 

It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  God; 

Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 

For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all.  Amen. 


445 


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RESIGNATION. 

CM. 


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Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 

And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  Thy  life  our  pattern  be. 

And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear  ; 
Like  Thee  to  do  our  Father's  will, 

Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel, 

Our  earthliness  refine  ; 
And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell, 

As  free  and  true  as  Thine. 

If  joy  shall  at  Thy  bidding  fly, 
And  grief's  dark  day  come  on. 

We  in  our  turn  would  meekly  cry, 
"  Father,  Thy  will  be  done." 

Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife. 

Forgiving  and  forgiven, 
Oh  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life. 

And  follow  Thee  to  heaven.     Amen. 


44(3 


433. 


Eebeucht. 


RESIGN  A  TION. 

P.M. 


Geemax. 


To  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  yield  up  my  spirit. 
Thine  own  through  life  in  weal  or  woe  ; 

If  joy  or  trouble  I  inherit. 
The  joy  from  Thee  doth  ever  flow  ; 

In  trouble  still  Thy  praise  shall  sound, 

Till  life  shall  reach  its  closing  bound. 

'Twas  Thou  who  long  had  waited  for  me, 
Ere  thought  of  being  sprang  to  life  ; 

My  loving  guide  did  not  abhor  me, 

But  towards  me  yearn'd  with  mercy  rife  ; 

Thou  ever  didst  delight  prepare, 

Where  I  could  draw  but  pain  or  care. 

When  all  forlorn,  despairing,  weeping. 
What  doth  my  anxious  heart  desire  f 

It  ever  would  be  pleasure  reaping, 
By  this,  its  torment,  set  on  fire  ; 

The  sin,  oh  help  me  to  suppress, 

To  love  Thee  more,  sin  ever  less  ! 

"  Thy  will  be  done  !  "  be  my  petition, 
When  I  my  wants  to  Thee  confide  ! 

Oh  !  grant  me  with  a  meek  submission, 
Still  wholly  Thine  whate'er  betide. 

In  quiet  trust  to  draw  each  breath, 
Till  these  mine  eyes  shall  sleep  in  death ! 


447 


434. 


St.  Alban. 


HOPE. 

L.M. 


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Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 

My  Saviour,  my  eternal  rest ! 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 

Be  fully  and  forever  blest ! 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 

Thy  unveil'd  glory  to  behold  ; 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 

Cease  to  be  treacherous,  faithless,  cold! 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
Where  spotless  saints  Thy  name  adore ; 

Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more  ! 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
Where  none  can  die,  wliere  none  remove  ; 

There  neither  death  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  Thy    presence  and  Thy  love  ! 


448 


435. 


HOPE. 

L.M. 


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As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  commanding  hill, 

His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 

He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still. 

Thus,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 

The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers ; 

No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past;" 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears. 

So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

Jesus,  on  Thee  our  hopes  we  stay, 
To  lead  us  on  to  Thine  abode  ; 

Assured  our  home  will  make  amends 
For  all  our  toil  while  on  the  road. 


449 


436. 


HOPE. 


BEDHEAJ), 


Ancient  Melody. 


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Children  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways  ! 

We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  Fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now  ;  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  Throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

Lift  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light ! 
Zion's  city  is  in  sight ; 
There  our  endless  home  shall  be, 
There  our  Lord  we  soon  shall  see. 

Fear  not,  brethren  ;  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  j-our  land  ; 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

Lord  !  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee  ! 


4C3 


437. 


HOPE. 


Eagles'  "Wings. 


P.M. 


J.  HowDEir. 


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Rise,  my  soul !  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitor}^  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay. 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above  ! 
Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, — 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims  !  cease  to  mourn, — 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  your  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 


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438. 


HOPE. 


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I\Iy  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 

Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 

I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
\  But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name  ; 
^  On  Christ  the  solid  rock  I  stand, 

All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

When  darkness  seems  to  veil  His  face, 
I  rest  on  His  unchanging  grace  ; 
In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 


My  anchor  holds  within  the  veil. 
On  Christ  the  solid  rock  1  stand, 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

His  oath,  His  covenant.  His  blood, 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood  ; 
When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay ; 
On  Christ  the  solid  rock  I  stand, 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 


HOPE, 

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As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase  ; 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God  for  Thee, 

And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 

For  Thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
O  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 

Thou  Majesty  divine  ? 

Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God,    who  will  employ 
His  aid  for  thee  and  change  these  sighs 

To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

God  of  my  strength,  how  long  shall  I, 

Like  one  forgotten,  mourn. 
Forlorn,  forsaken,  and  exposed 

To  my  oppressor's  scorn  ? 


Ll>Z 


440. 


VlGILATE. 


ACTION. 

I.I.I.Z. 


W.  H.  MoxK, 


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Christian,  seek  not  yet  repose, 
Hear  thy  guardian  Angel  say ; 
Thou  art  in  the  midst  of  foes  ; 
Watch  and  pray. 

PrincipaHties  and  powers, 
Mustering  their  unseen  array, 
Wait  for  thy  unguarded  hours ; 
Watch  and  pray. 

Gird  thy  heavenly  armour  on, 
Wear  it  ever,  night  and  day  ; 
Near  thee  lurks  the  evil  one; 
Watch  and  pray. 

Hear  the  victors  who  o'ercame, 
Still  they  mark  each  warrior's  way, 
All  with  earnest  voice  exclaim — 
Watch  and  pray. 

Hear,  above  all,  hear  thy  Lord, 
Him  thou  lovest  to  obey ; 
Hide  within  thy  heart  His  word — 
Watch  and  pray. 

Watch,  as  if  on  that  alone 

Hung  the  issue  of  the  day  ; 

Pray  that  help  may  be  sent  down ; 

Watch  and  pray  !     Amen. 


454 


441. 


WlNCHESTEE,  (OlD.) 


ACTION. 

CM. 


Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigour  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal. 

And  an  immortal  crown. 

A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high, 

'Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

Then  wake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigour  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 


455 


442. 


ACTION. 


SOREL. 


P.M. 


Heney  C.  Bbewee. 


1.  March,  march 

2.  Hark,  hark, 

3.  See,  see, 

4.  Praise,  praise 


on  -  ward,   sol  -  diers       true  ! 
loud     the   trum  -  pet  sounds! 
yon  -  dcr   sl-.ines  your      home  ; 
Him  who   reigns  on         high  I 


Take   thro'  cloud  and 

Wake     ye     child    -  ren 

Gates     of      pearl  and 

Praise   the      co    -  e- 


mist  your  way, 

of  the  light, 

walls       of  gold, 

ter  nal  Son, 


Yon    -  der  flows    the 

Time      is  past     for 

Toy       that  heart  hath 

Praise    the  Spir  -  it, 


fount       of  life, 

sloth     and  sleep ; 

nev    -  er  known, 

Lord      of  life, 


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ACTION. 


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wnke  and    arm    you      for      the  fis'it 

bliss   that  tongue  hath   nev  -  er  told 

praise  the    bless  -  ed    Three      in  One 


March,  though  myr    -    iad 
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Christ  your  Lord, 

toil        and  fight ; 


for     -     ward  till  ye 

foes         are  round  you, 

gather  -  ed  round  His 

praise     Him,      ye  who 


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friends  are  few ; 

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King,  shall          own. 

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Then,  when    all  the 

Faint      not  though  the 

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faint  -    ing,  stiil 

praise       that  He, 
pour        your       ev 


for 
your 
your 


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way         pur   -  sue. 
King,     shall       own. 
last    -     ing     psalm. 


— ^last    -    ing      psalm. 


459 


443. .. 


ACTION. 


Bbeast  thb  Wave." 


W.  F.  Harbison. 


4C0 


Breast  the  wave,  Christian, 

When  it  is  strongest ; 
Watch  for  day,  Christian, 

When  the  night's  longest ; 
Onward  and  onward  still 

Be  thine  endeavour ; 
The  rest  that  remaineth 

Will  be  for  ever. 

Fight  the  fight,  Christian, 

Jesus  is  o'er  thee  ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian, 

Heaven  is  before  thee  ; 
He  who  hath  promised 

Faltereth  never ; 
He  who  hath  loved  so  well, 

Loveth  for  ever. 

Lift  thine  eye,  Christian, 

Just  as  it  closeth  ; 
Raise  thy  heart.  Christian, 

Ere  it  reposeth  ; 
Thee  from  the  love  of  Christ 

Nothing  shall  sever; 
And  when  thy  work  is  done, 

Praise  Him  for  ever.     Amen. 

•  Small  notes  for  verse  i.  t  Small  notes  for  verses  a  and  3. 


444. 


ACTION. 


DEDICATIOir. 


S.M. 


Heirs  of  unending  life, 
While  yet  we  sojourn  here, 

O  let  us  our  salvation  work 
With  trembling  and  with  fear. 

God  will  support  our  hearts 
With  might  before  unknown  : 

The  work  to  be  perform'd  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  His  own. 

'Tis  He  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  He  that  works  to  do  ; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too  ! 


4C1 


^S^Ot  St.  Matthias 


ACTION. 


11.11. II. 11. 


J.  W.  F.  Hareisos. 


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Press  forward  and  fear  not !   the  billows  may  roll, 
But  the  power  of  Jesus  their  rage  can  control : 
Though  waves  rise  in  anger,  their  tumult  shall  cease, 
One  word  of  His  bidding  shall  hush  them  to  peace. 

Press  forward  and  fear  not !   though  trial  be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  refuge, — whom  then  .shall  we  fear? 
His  staff  is  our  comfort,  our  safe-guard  His  rod  ; 
Then  let  u-s  be  steadfast,  and  trust  in  our  God. 

Press  forward  and  fear  not !  be  strong  in  the  Lord ; 
In  the  pow'r  of  His  promise,  the  truth  of  His  word ; 
Through  the  sea  and  the  desert  our  pathway  may  tend, 
But  He  who  hath  saved  us  will  save  to  the  end. 

Press  forward  and  fear  not !  we'll  speed  on  our  way ; 
Why  should  we  e'er  shrink  from  our  path  in  dismay  ? 
We  tread  but  the  road  which  our  Leader  has  trod  ; 
Then  let  us  press  forward  and  trust  in  our  God.     Amen. 


462 


'*  Ancient  Melodt, 

:=:1=q. 


ACTION. 

7.7.7,T. 


Redhead. 


Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward,  Cliristians,  onward  go  ; 
Bear  the  toil,  maintain  the  strife, 
Strengthen'd  with  the  Bread  of  Life. 

Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye, 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry; 
Let  not  fear  your  course  impede, 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

Let  your  drooping  hearts  be  glad  ; 
March  in  heavenly  armour  clad ; 
Fight,  nor  think  the  battle  long, 
Soon  shall  victory  wake  your  song. 

Onward  then  to  battle  move ; 
More  than  conquerors  ye  shall  prove ; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go  ! 

Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Father,  unto  Thee  we  raise ; 
Holy  Jesus,  praise  to  Thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be.    Amen. 


463 


PlEBKACIia. 


CHRISTIAN  UNITY. 
%rx  i  •  tbinitt.  l.m. 

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Fi — F-Fr-t-E^: 


O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 
The  brethren  join  in  love  to  Thee  : 
On  Thee  alone  their  heart  relies, 
Their  only  strength  Thy  grace  supplies. 

How  sweet,  within  Thy  holy  place, 
With  one  accord  to  sing  Thy  grace, 
Besieging  Thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

O  may  we  love  the  House  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode  ; 
O  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy. 

The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 

Will  only  cling  n^ore  close  to  Thee, 

With  hearts  to  Thee  more  wholly  given, 

More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed  on  heaven* 

Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love  ; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 


464 


448. 


CHRISTIAN  UNITY. 


Unitt. 


S.M. 


F.  R.  Statham. 


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Elest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Jesus'  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  Christian  minds 

Is  hke  to  that  above. 

Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  united  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one  ; 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 

The  sympathizing  tear. 

When  we  at  death  must  part, 
Not  like  the  world's,  our  pain ; 

But  one  in  Christ,  and  one  in  heart, 
We  part  to  meet  again. 

From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 

Throughout  eternity. 


465 


CHRISTIAN  UNITY. 


^»^V«  St.  Peter. 


CM. 


A.  R.  RErS'AGLE. 


How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 

In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  His  word  ! 

When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ! 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 

And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide. 

And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow, 
And  union  sweet,  and  true  esteem 

In  every  action  glow. 

Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 

His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


466 


450. 


Sun  of  my  Soul. 


CHRISTIAN  UNITY, 


LM. 


H  P.  SMITH. 


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O  HOLY  Ghost,  Thou  God  of  peace, 
Pity  Thy  Church  now  rent  in  twain , 
Bid  wrath  and  strife  and  variance  cease, 
And  let  us  all  be  one  again ; 

One  with  our  brethren  here  in  love, 
And  one  with  saints  that  are  at  rest, 
And  one  with  Angel  hosts  above, 
And  one  with  God  for  ever  blest. 

Oh !  make  on  earth  all  churches  oncj 
One  with  the  blessed  gone  before, 
All  knit  in  sweet  communion, 
To  love  Thee,  worship,  and  adore- 

For  one  the  Lord  on  whom  we  call, 
The  Spirit  one  which  He  hath  given, 
One  God  and  Father  of  us  all, 
One  Faith  on  earth,  one  Hope  of  heaven. 

Amen. 


467 


451. 


FOR  QUEEN  AND  COUNTRY. 


God  save  the  Queen. 


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C.6.4.6.6.6.4. 


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GoD  save  our  gracious  Queen, 
Long  live  our  noble  Queen, 

God  save  the  Queen  : 
Send  her  victorious, 
Happy  and  glorious, 
Long  to  reign  over  us  : 

God  save  the  Queen. 

Thy  choicest  gifts  in  store 
On  her  be  pleased  to  pour; 

Long  may  she  reign  : 
May  she  defend  our  laws, 
And  ever  give  us  cause 
To  sing  with  heart  and  voice, 

God  save  the  Queen.     Amen. 


4G8 


452 


FOR  QUEEN  AND  COUNTRY. 


•  God  save  the  Queen. 


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God  bless  our  native  land, 
Firm  may  slie  ever  stand. 

Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save 

By  Thy  great  might. 

For  her  our  prayers  shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies  ; 

In  Him  we  stand ; 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  our  land.     Amen. 


469 


TIME   OF  CAITLE  PLAGUE. 

^D(J»   MiLMAX.  8.7.8.7. 


J.  Y.  COOPEB. 


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All  creation  groans  and  travails  ; 

Thou,  O  God,  shalt  hear  its  groan  ; 
For  of  rmn  and  all  creation 

Thou  alike  art  Lord  alone. 

Cast  Thine  eye  of  love  and  mercy 

On  the  misery  of  the  land  ; 
Say  to  the  destroying  Angel 

"  'Tis  enough  :  stay  nov^  thine  hand." 

In  our  homesteads,  in  our  valleys. 

Through  our  pasture-lands  give  peace: 

Through  the  Goshen  of  Thine  Israel 
Bid  the  grievous  murrain  cease. 

But  with  deeper,  tenderer  pity, 

Call  to  mind,  O  Son  of  God, 
Those  in  Thine  own  image  fasliion'd  : 

Ransom'd  with  Thy  precious  Blood : 

Hear  and  grant  the,  supplications. 
Like  a  cloud  of  incense,  borne 

Up  toward  Thy  seat  of  Mercy, 

From  Thy  people's  hearts  forlorn  : 

So — while  these  her  earnest  accents 
Day  by  day  Thy   Church  repeats, — 

That  our  sheep  may  bring  forth  thousands 
And  ten  thousands  in  our  streets  ; 

That  our  oxen,  strong  to  labour, 
May  not  know  nor  fear  decay  : 

That  there  be  no  more  complaining, 
And  the  plague  have  passed  away. 

And  at  last,  to  all  Thy  servants, 
When  earth's  troubles  shall  be  o'er, 

Threefold  Clodhcad,  give  a  portion 
With  Thyself  lor  evermore.     Amen. 


— .S'-=— 1 

L-^-^U 

A  -  men. 

Si 


470 


454. 


Last  Hope. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

7.7.7.7. 


GOTTSCHAIiK. 


To  Thy  temple  I  repair, 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  veil  I  meet 
Christ  before  the  mercy-seat. 

Thou  through  Him  art  reconciled, 
I  through  Him  became  Thy  child ; 
Abba,  Father,  give  me  grace 
In  Thy  courts  to  seek  Thy  face. 

While  Thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue  : 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  my  righteousness. 

While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend ; 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  Spirit  pleads ; 
Hear;  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

While  Thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  Thy  name, 
Through  their  voice  by  faith  may  I 
Hear  Thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 

While  I  hearken  to  Thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe : 
Till  Thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

From  Thy  house  when  I  return, 

May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 

And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

I  have  walk'd  with  God  to-day.     Amen. 


471 


^tlt/i  Maidstone 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

1.1.1.1.  (D.) 


W.  B.  Gilbert. 


I  1 

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p-hg-g 


=^=F^=S^: 


Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above 
In  the  land  of  liglit  and  love  ; 
Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  below 
Inthisland  of  sin  and  woe. 
Oh,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  tlie  converse  of  Tliv  saints, 
For  the  brightness  of  Thy  face. 
For  Thy  fulness,  God  of  grace  ! 

Happy  birds  that  sin?  and  fly, 
Round  Thy  altars,  O  Most  High  ! 
Happier  souls  that  find  a  rest 
In  a  Heavenly  Father's  breast ! 
Like  the  wandering  dove  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 
They  can  to  their  ark  repair. 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

472 


Happy  souls !  their  praises  flow 

Even  in  this  vale  of  woe  ; 

Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 

Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies  : 

On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Till  they  reach  Thy  throne  at  length, 

At  Thy  feet  adoring  fall, 

Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 

Lord!  be  mine  this  prize  to  win  ! 
Guide  me  through  a  world  of  sin: 
Keep  me  by  Thy  savinc;  grace  ; 
Give  m.-  at  Thy  side  a  place  : 
Sun  and  Shifid  alike  Thou  art  ; 
Guide  and  guard  my  f  rring  heart ! 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  Thee  ; 
Shower,  O  shower  them.  Lord,  on  me ! 


456. 

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St.  Stephen. 
I 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

CM. 


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Rev.  W.  Joxes. 


i^i^iiiiigl^illigSi 


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O  GOD  of  Hosts,  the  mighty  Lord, 

How  lovely  is  the  place 
Where  Thou,  enthroned  in  glory,  shew'st 

The  brightness  of  Thy  face. 

My  longing  soul  faints  with  desire 

To  view  Thy  blest  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  and  flesh  cry  out 

For  Thee  the  living  God. 

For  in  Thy  courts  one  single  day 

'Tis  better  to  attend. 
Than  Lord,  in  any  place  besides 

A  thousand  days  to  spend. 

O  Lord  of  Hosts,  my  King  and  God, 

How  highly  blest  are  they 
Who  in  Thy  temple  always  dwell. 

And  there  Thy  praise  display. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now. 

And  shall  be  evermore.     Amen. 


i;s2= 

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A    men. 


473 


40  •  •  Old  IOOtb 

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PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

L.M. 
(TiRST  Version.) 


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Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 


474 


Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good; 
Wash  all  our  deeds  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  contrite  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


458. 


St.  Raphael. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

8.7.8.7.4.7. 


E.  J.  HoPKnrs. 


:^fc 


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Now  in  parting,  Father,  bless  us  ; 

Saviour  still  Thy  peace  bestow  ; 
Gracious  Comforter  be  with  us, 

As  we  from  Thy  presence  go  ! 
Bless  us,  bless  us, 

Father,  Son  and  Spirit  now. 

Bless  us  here,  while  still  as  strangers, 
Onward  to  our  home  we  move  ; 

Bless  us  with  eternal  blessings, 
In  our  Father's  house  above. 

Ever,  ever, 
Dwelling  in  the  light  of  love.     Amen. 


475 


459. 


St.  Pr.TEK. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

8.7.8.7.8.7. 


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Lord  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace ; 

Let  us  each,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triunnph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

O  refresh  us. 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 

May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 

May  Thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

So  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away. 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey. 
May  we  ever 

Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day.     Amen. 


A-  men. 

ma 


476 


460. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

Mekcy  Seat.  8.7.8.7. 


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May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 

With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  can  not  afEord. 


477 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


40Xi  Old  Hundredth. 

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L.M 

H-n 1- 


Old  Tune. 


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From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  Name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue  ! 

Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 

Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


478 


462. 


Dismissal. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

8.7.8.T.8.7. 


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Now  to  Him,  who  loved  us,  gave  us 
Every  pledge  that  love  could  give, 

Freely  shed  His  Blood  to  save  us. 
Gave  His  life  that  we  might  live  : 

Be  the  kingdom,  and  dominion, 
And  the  glory,  evermore !     Amen. 


479 


nfcOO  •  Affliction. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

FIRST  TUNE. 

6.5.C.5.G.5.6.5. 


J.  "W.  F.  Hakbison. 


In  the  hour  of  trial, 

Jesus,  pray  for  me  ; 
Lest  by  base  denial 

I  depart  from  Thee  ; 
When  Thou  see'st  me  waver, 

With  a  look  recall, 
Nor  for  fear  or  favour 

Suffer  me  to  fall. 

With  its  'witching  pleasures 

Would  this  vain  world  charm, 
Or  its  sordid  treasures 

Spread  to  work  me  harm ; 
Bring  to  my  remembrance 

Sad  Gethsemane, 
Or,  in  darker  semblance, 

Cross-crown'd  Calvary. 


If  with  sore  affliction. 

Thou  in  love  chastise. 
Pour  Thy  benediction 

On  the  sacrifice. 
Freely  on  Thine  altar 

I  will  lay  my  will. 
And,  though  flesh  may  falter. 

Bless  and  praise  Thee  still. 

When  my  lamp, low  burning. 

Sinks  in  death's  last  pain; 
Earth  to  earth  returning. 

Dust  to  dust  again  ; 
On  Thy  trutli  relying. 

Through  that  mortal  strife, 
Jesus,  take  me  dying 

To  eternal  life.     Amen. 


4U0 


463. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

SECOND  TUNE. 


GETHSEM;A^•E. 


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6.5.  D 


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Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mrrs.  Doc. 


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In  the  hour  of  trial, 

Jesus,  pray  for  me  ; 
Lest  by  base  denial 

I  depart  from  Thee  ; 
When  Thou  seest  me  waver, 

With  a  look  recall,         , 
Nor  for  fear  or  favour 

Suffer  me  to  fall. 

With  its  'witching  pleasures 

Would  this  vain  world  charm. 
Or  its  sordid  treasures 

Spread  to  work  me  harm ; 
Bring  to  my  remembrance 

Sad  Gethsemane, 
Or,  in  darker  semblance, 

Cross-crown'd  Calvary. 


If  with  sore  affliction, 

Thou  in  love  chastise. 
Pour  Thy  benediction 

On  the  sacrifice. 
Freely  on  Thine  altar 

I  will  lay  my  will. 
And,  though  flesh  may  falter, 

Bless  and  praise  Thee  still. 

When  my  lamp  low  burning 

Sinks  in  death's  last  pain ; 
Earth  to  earth  returning. 

Dust  to  dust  again  ; 
On  Thy  truth  relying. 

Through  that  mortal  strife, 
Jesus,  take  me  dying 

To  eternal  life.    Amen. 

481 


Old  Tdkk. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

404t    BURFOED.  CM. 


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When  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 

'Tis  sweet  by  faith  to  look  above, 
And  .long  to  fly  away. 

Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  His  love  ; 

Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

Sweet  to  look  back  and  see  my  name 
In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 

Sweet  to  look  forward  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  His  blood 

My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 

Sweet  in  His  righteousness  to  stand. 
Which  saves  from  second  death ; 

Sweet  to  experience  day  by  day. 
His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 

Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith 
To  trust  His  wise  decrees  ; 

Sweet  to  fie  passive  in  His  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  His. 


4«'2 


If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 
What  must  the  fountain  be  "i 

What  to  derive  celestial  bliss 
Immediately  from  Thee  ? 


465. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 


BOOTEESTOTVIT. 


CM. 


H.  BUSSELL. 


Thou  Refuge  of  the  weary  soul, 
On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 

On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
Our  fainting  hope  relies. 

To  Thee  we  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  Thou  alone  canst  heal : 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  we  feel. 

Thy  love  is  ever  nigh  to  bless 
The  mourner's  humble  prayer ; 

O  may  we  ever  find  access 
To  breathe  our  sorrows  there  ! 

Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  our  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  Thy  will, 

And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 


488 


466. 


Spes. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

P.M. 


J.  HOWDEX. 


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GoD  doth  not  leave  His  own  ! 
The  night  o£  weeping  for  a  time  may  last, 

Then,  tears  all  past. 
His  going  forth  shall  as  the  morning  shine  : 
The  sunrise  of  His  favour  shall  be  thine : 

God  doth  not  leave  His  own ! 

God  doth  not  leave  His  own  ! 
Though  few  and  evil  all  their  days  appear, 

Though  grief  and  fear 
Come   in   the    train   of   earth,    and    hell's   dark 

crowd, — 
The  trusting  heart  says,  even  in  the  cloud, — 

God  doth  not  leave  His  own  ! 

God  doth  not  leave  His  own  ! 
Their  sorrow  in  this  life  He  doth  permit, — 

Yea,  chooseth  it. 
To  speed  His  children  in  their  heavenward  way, 
He  guides  the  winds  : — faith,  hope,  and  love  all 
say, — 
God  doth  not  leave  His  own  ! 


484 


467. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 


HOIiYBOOD. 


S.M. 


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Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 

Hope,  and  be  undismay'd  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  the  way  ; 
Wait  thou  His  time  ;  so  shall  this  night 

Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down-? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 

And  ev'ry  care  be  gone. 

What  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
Proclaim  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

Leave  to  His  sovereign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command ; 
So  shalt  thou,  wond'ring,  own  His  way, 

How  wise,  how  strong  His  hand  ! 


485 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

fcOOk    BULLINGEh.  P.M. 

It 1^:-^ 


Key.  E.  "W.  Bullixger. 


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Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 

Art  thou  sore  distress'd  ? 
"  Come  to  Me,"  saith  One,  "  and  coming-, 
Be  at  rest." 

Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  Guide? 
"  In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints 
And  His  side." 

Is  there  diade.n,  as  Monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns  ? 
"  Yea,  a  crown,  in  very  surety, 
But  of  thorns." 

If  I  find  Him,  if  I  follow, 

What  His  guerdon  here  ? 
"Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labour, 
Many  a  tear."' 

If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last  1 
"  Sorrow  vanquish'd,  labour  ended, 
Jordan  pass'd." 

If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  me  nay  ? 
"Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away." 

Finding,  following,  keeping,  struggling. 

Is  He  sure  to  bless  ? 
"Saints,  apostles,  prophets,  martyrs; 
Answer,  '  Yes.' " 


486 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

dkOv*  Montreal.  D.C.M. 


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Rev.  Cakon  Baldwix,  M.  A. 
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I  HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"Come  unto  Me  and  rest; 
"  Lay  down,  thou  veary  one,  lay  down 

*'  Thy  head  upon  My  breast  !  " 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold  !  I  freely  give 
"The  living  water,    thirsty  one, 

"  Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live  !  " 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quench'd,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  light ; 
"  Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

"And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  look'd  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  hght  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  travelling  days  are  done. 


487 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

47U.  London,  (New.)  CM. 


Old  TuifE. 


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God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea. 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs. 

And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head. 

Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  Him  for  His  grace  ; 

Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  His  work    in  vain; 

God  is  His  own  interpreter. 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 


488 


•    Rest, 


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TIMES   OF  AFFLICTION. 

8.8.8.4. 
I 


SiE  G.  J.  Elvet 


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A-  men. 


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Jesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me, 
For  I  am  weary  and  oppressed  ; 
I  come  to  cast  myself  on  Thee ; 
Thou  art  my  Rest. 

Look  down  on  me,  for  I  am  weak ; 
I  feel  the  toilsome  journey's  length  ; 
Thine  aid  omnipotent  I  seek ; 
Thou  art  my  Strength. 

I  am  bewilder'd  on  my  way  ; 
Dark  and  tempestuous  is  the  night ; 
Oh,  shed  Thou  forth  some  cheering  ray ; 
Thou  art  my  Light. 

When  Satan  flings  his  fiery  darts, 
I  look  to  Thee  ;  my  terrors  cease  ; 
Thy  Cross  a  hiding-place  imparts  ; 
Thou  art  my  Peace. 

Standing  alone  on  Jordan's  brink. 
In  that  tremendous  latest  strife, 
Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  sink ; 
Thou  art  my  Life. 

Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply 
E'en  to  the  end  whate'er  befall ; 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally, 
Thou  art  my  All.     Amen. 


489' 


472. 


Cleweb. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

6.5.6.5. 


Gebmait. 


m^n-^ 


A  -  men. 


rMrri — ^~^"TI 


O  LET  him,  whose  sorrow 

No  relief  can  find, 
Trust  in  God,  and  borrow 

Ease  for  heart  and  mind. 

Where  the  mourner  weeping 

Sheds  the  secret  tear, 
God  His  watch  is  keeping 

Though  none  else  is  near. 

God  will  never  leave  thee. 
All  thy  wants  He  knows, 

Feels  the  pains  that  grieve  thee, 
Sees  thy  cares  and  woes. 

Raise  thine  eyes  to  heaven 
When  thy  spirits  quail, 

When,  by  tempest  driven, 
Heart  and  courage  fail. 

When  in  grief  we  languish, 

He  will  dry  the  tear. 
Who  His  children's  anguish 

Soothes  with  succour  near. 

All  our  woe  and  sadness, 

In  this  world  below. 
Balance  not  the  gladness 

We  in  Heaven  shall  know. 

Jesus,  Holy  Saviour, 

In  the  realms  above 
Crown  us  with  Thy  favour, 

Fill  us  with  Thy  love.     Amen. 


490 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

T!f  Oi  Be  not  Afraid.  I.l.l.l. 


S.  S.  Wesley. 


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A-men. 


When  the  wild  waves  around  us  roll, 
And  we  look  in  vain  for  aid, 

Speak,  Lord,  to  the  trembling  soul, 
*'  It  is  I ;  Idc  not  afraid." 

When  we  dimly  trace  the  form 

In  mysterious  awe  array'd. 
Be  the  echo  of  the  storm, 

"  It  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

When  we  weep  that  far  away 

From  Thy  pathway  we  have  stray'd, 

Saviour  to  the  sinner  say, 
"  It  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

When  our  brightest  hopes  depart, 
When  our  fairest  visions  fade. 

Whisper  to  the  fainting  heart, 
"  It  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

When  we  gaze  upon  the  bier 

Where  some  well-loved  form  is  laid, 

O  may  then  the  mourner  hear, 
"  It  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

When  with  wearing,  hopeless  pain 
Sinks  the  spirit  sore  dismay'd. 

Breathe  Thou  then  the  comfort-strainj 
"  It  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

When  at  last  the  end  we  near 
Passing  into  death's  dark  glade, 

May  the  voice  be  strong  and  clear, 
"  It  is  I ;  be  not  afraid."    Amen. 


m. 


474. 


TIMES   OF  AFFLICTION. 


S.M. 


J.  Bak>-bt. 


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O  AVHERE"  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
•  'Twere  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 

TTis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live. 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 

And  all  that  life  is  love  : 

There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 

O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun. 

Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  Thy  face. 
And  ever  more  undone.. 


492 


4T5. 


■Wbefobd. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 

8.6.8.4. 


E.  S.  Caktes. 


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A  -  men. 


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Father  !  that  in  the  olive  shade, 
When  the  dark  hour  came  on, 

Didst,  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 
Strengthen  Thy  Son: 

Oh  by  the  anguish  of  that  night 
Send  us  down  blest  relief ; 

Or  to  the  chasten'd  let  Thy  might 
Hallow  this  grief ; 

And  Thou  that,  when  the  starry  sky 
Saw  the  dread  strife  begun, 

Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


By  Thy  meek  spirit,  Thou,  of  all 
That  e'er  have  mourn'd  the  chief — 

Thou  sufferer  !  if  the  stroke  must  fall, 
Hallow  this  grief.    Amen. 


476. 


TIMES  OF  AFFLICTION. 


Holy  Trinity. 


CM. 


rC i~i — I 1 ' 'T 1 ' '~n 1 — I 1 1 1 11 


'?=>   -<s 


X-J^-. 


"?^"l»~^ 


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A-men. 


O  THOU  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 

We  could  not  fly  to  Thee  ! 

When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers 

And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 
A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears, 

Is  dimm'd  and  vanish'd  too  : — 

Oh,  who  would  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  Thy  wing  of  love 
Come,  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 

Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 

Then  sorrow,  touch 'd  by  Thee,  grows  bright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray: 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 

We  never  saw  by  day.     Amen. 


491 


477. 


Peace. 


PRIVATE. 

CM. 


W.  SlEBOTH. 


O  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word  ? 


A- 

jr2. 

men. 

■■  ^-, .  .  M 

"-^    II 

::^            " 

II 

What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 

The  world  can  never  fill. 


Return,  O  holy  Dove  !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 

And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  Thee  ! 


So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb !    Amen. 


495 


PRIVATE. 


4/Ol  Bremek. 


Ake.  fkom  Bacb. 


-P-^ 1 1 — P-l — 


Come,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see, 

My  company  before  is  gone, 
And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee ; 

With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 

And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am, 

My  misery  or  sin  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name  ; 

Look  on  Thy  Hands,  and  read  it  there  ! 
But  Who,^  I  ask  Thee,  Who  art  Thou  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  Name  and  tell  me  now. 

In  vain  Thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 
I  never  will  unloose  my  hold ; 

Art  Thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 
The  secret  of  Thy  love  unfold- 

Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 

Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know. 


Wilt  Thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
Thy  new,  unutterable  Name  ? 

Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  Thee,  tell : 
To  know  it  now,  resolved  I  am : 

Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 

Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know. 

Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  self-despair ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak. 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer  ! 
Speak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  Thy  Name  is  Love  ? 

'Tis  Love  !  'tis  Love  !  Thou  diedst  for  me  1 
I  hear  Thy  whisper  in  my  heart ! 

The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee  ; 
Pure  universal  Love  Thou  art  1 

To  me,  to  all.  Thy  bowels  move  ; 

Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love  ? 


49& 


479. 


Dalkeith. 


PRIVATE. 


10.10.10.10. 


J.  Hewlett. 


'Sifc^3=3B^ 


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it,-      I  I  I  I     ^s 

--gig-  ^_g^  -^-g: 


Thou  that  art  strong  to  comfort,  look  on  me  ! 

I  sit  in  darkness  and  behold  no  light ; 
Over  my  soul  the  waves  of  agony 

Have  gone,  and  left  me  in  a  rayless  night. 

A  bruis'd  and  broken  reed  sustain  !  sustain  ! 

Divinest Comforter,  to  Thee  I  fly, 
To  whom  no  soul  hath  ever  fled  in  vain  : 

Support  me  with  Thy  love,  or  else  I  die. 

Father  !  whate'er  I  had,  it  all  was  Thine  ; 

A  God  of  mercy  Thou  hast  ever  been  ; 
What  I  most  loved  O  help  me  to  resign, 

And  if  I  murmur  count  it  not  for  sin. 

My  soul  is  strengthen'd  now,  and  it  shall  bear 
All  that  remains,  whatever  it  may  be  ; 

And  from  the  very  depths  of  my  despair 
I  will  look  up,  O  God !  and  trust  in  Thee. 


4roi 


480. 


PRIVATE. 


Troyte. 


P.M. 


A.  H.  D.  Trotte. 


22; 


'JCT. 


_c2. 


:22: 


In  the  still  silence  of  the  voiceless  night, 
When,  chased  by  airy  dreams,  the  slumbers  flee, 
Whom  in  the  darkness  doth  my  spirit  seek, 
O  God,  but  Thee  1 

And  if  there  be  a  weight  upon  my  breast. 
Some  vague  impression  of  the  day  foregone, 
Scarce  knowing  what  it  is,  I  fly  to  Thee, 
And  lay  it  down. 

Or  if  it  be  the  heaviness  that  comes 
In  token  of  anticipated  ill, 
My  bosom  takes  no  heed  of  what  it  is, 
Since  'tis  Thy  will. 

Often,  in  spite  of  present  care. 
Or  anything  beside,  how  joyfully 
Passes  that  almost  solitary  hour, 

My  God,  with  Thee  ! 

For  what  is  there  on  earth  that  I  desire, 
Of  all  that  it  can  give  or  take  from  me  ? 
Or  whom  in  heaven  doth  my  Spirit  seek, 
O  God,  but  Thee  1 


4'J3 


PRIVATE. 

7.6.7.6. 


4koA»  Edek.  


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Oh  help  me  o'er  this  river 

Thou  who  hast  cross'd  before  ; 

Oh  help,  or  I  shall  never 
Attain  the  further  shore. 

Its  waters  swell  and  eddy  ; 

I  fall,  I  sink,  I'm  lost  : 
Oh  keep  my  footsteps  steady, 

Till  I  have  safely  cross'd 

Stretch  out  Thy  hand  to  save  me, 
As  Thou  hast  often  done  ; 

For  if  Thou  will  not  save  me, 
Then  I  im  wholly  gone. 

Oh  help  me  through  this  trial, 
Thou  tried  and  tempted  One; 

I  cannot  take  denial  ; — 
Thou  must,  or  I  am  gone. 

'Tis  Thou, — Thou,  Saviour,  only, 
That  can  suffice  for  me, 
For  I  am  tried  and  lonely, 
I  have  no  friend  but  Thee. 


499 


PRIVATE. 

6.6.6.6. 

=nz:=tq=: 


Feildeit. 


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1         r     h        I  III  I  I  II  '  A    -    mpn 


A—^C2-^->^-. 


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Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand, 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

Smooth  let  it  be  or  rough, 
It  will  be  still  the  best ; 

Winding  or  straight,  it  leads 
Right  onward  to  Thy  rest. 

I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God; 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem  ; 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill ; 

Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 
My  sickness  or  my  health  ; 

Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 
In  things  or  great  or  small ; 

Be  Thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 
My  wisdom,  and  my  all ! 


Amen. 


fiOO 


PRIVATE. 

10.10.10,10. 


J.  Hewlett. 


%9<3i  Dalkeith. 

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I  THOUGHT  upon  my  sins,  and  I  was  sad, 

My  soul  was  troubled  sore  and  fill'd  with  pain  ; 

But  then  I  thought  on  Jesus  and  was  glad, 
My  heavy  grief  was  turn'd  to  joy  again. 

I  thought  upon  the  law,  the  fiery  law. 
Holy,  and  just,  and  good  in  its  decree  ; 

I  look'd  to  Jesus,  and  in  Him  I  saw 

That  law  fulfill'd,  its  curse  endured  for  me. 

I  thought  I  saw  an  angry,  frowning  God, 

Sitting  as  Judge  upon  the  great  white  throne ; 

My  soul  was  overwhelm'd, — then  Jesus  show'd 
His  gracious  face,  and  all  my  dread  was  gone. 

I  saw  my  sad  estate,  condemn'd  to  die ; 

Then  terror  seized  my  heart,  and  dark  despair 
But  when  to  Calvary  I  turn'd  my  eye, 

I  saw  the  Cross,  and  read  forgiveness  there. 

I  saw  that  I  was  lost,  far  gone  astray  ; 

No  hope  of  safe  return  there  seem'd  to  be; 
But  then  I  heard  that  Jesus  was  the  Way, 

A  new  and  living  Way  prepared  for  me. 

And  in    that  Way,  so  free,  so  safe,  so  sure. 
Sprinkled  all  o'er  with  reconciling  blood. 

Will  I  abide,  and  never  wander  more, 
Walking  along  in  fellowship  with  God. 


501 


FOR  CHILDREN. 


nfcO^»  Childhood. 

With  spirit. 

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CM. 


Rev.  C.  J.  DiCKixsoiT. 


Shepherd  of  Israel  from  above 

Thy  feeble  flock  behold  ; 
And  let  us  never  lose  Thy  love, 

Nor  wander  from  Thy  fold. 

Thou  wilt  not  cast  Thy  lambs  away; 

Thy  hand  is  ever  near 
To  guide  them,  lest  they  go  astray, 

And  keep  them  safe  from  fear. 

Thy  tender  care  supports  the  weak, 

And  will  not  let  them  fall; 
Then  teach  us,  Lord,  Thy  praise  to  speak, 

And  on  Thy  name  to  call ! 

We  need  Thy  help,  for  we  are  frail ; 

Thy  light,  for  we  are  blind  ; 
Let  grace  o'er  all  our  doubts  prevail, 

Since  Thou  art  ever  kind. 

Teach  us  the  things  we  ought  to  know; 

And  may  we  find  them  true  ; 
And  still,  in  stature  as  we  grow, 

Increase  in  wisdom  too. 

Guide  us  through  life  ;  and  when  at  last 

We  enter  into  rest. 
Thy  tender  arms  aroung  us  cast, 

And  fold  us  to  Thy  breast ! 


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There  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand 
Bright,  bright  as  day; 
O  how  they  sweetly  sing. 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 


Come  to  this  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away, 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand 

Why  still  delay  ? 
O  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  ; 
Lord  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

Bright  in  that  happy  land 

Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand. 

Love  cannot  die. 
On  then  to  glory  run, 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

Reign,  reign  for  aye. 


503 


486. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 


St.  Coxstaxtine. 


"W.  H.  Monk. 


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Jesus  meek  and  gentle, 
Son  of  God  most  high, 
Pitying,  loving  Saviour, 
Hear  Thy  children's  cry. 

Pardon  our  offences. 
Loose  our  captive  chains, 
Break  down  every  idol 
Which  our  soul  detains. 

Give  us  holy  freedom. 
Fill  our  hearts  with  love. 


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Draw  us, Holy  Jesus! 
To  the  realms  above. 

Lead  us  on  our  journey, 
Be  Thyself  the  way 
Through  terrestrial  darkness 
To  celestial  day. 

Jesus  meek  and  gentle, 
Son  of  God  most  high, 
Pitying,  loving  Saviour, 
Hear  Thy  children's  cry. 


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We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 
Of  that  country  so  bright  and  so  fair ; 

And  oft  are  its  glories  confess'd  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 

Of  its  walls  deck'd  with  jewels  most  rare, 

Its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 
From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 

From  trials  without  and  within  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

We  speak  of  its  anthems  of  praise. 
With  which  we  can  never  compare, 

The  sweetest  on  earth  we  can  raise ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

We  speak  of  its  service  of  love. 

Of  the  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 

The  church  of  the  First-born  above  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

Do  thou,  Lord,  'midst  pleasure  or  woe. 
Still  for  heaven  our  spirits  prepare  ; 

And  grant  that  we  also  may  know, 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


605 


488. 


FOR    CHILDREN 


P.jM. 


H.   Leslie. 


I  I  I  I 


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I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  He  call'd  little  children  as  lambs  to  His  fold, 

I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 


I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  placed  on  my  head 
That  His  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 

And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look  when  He  said, 
Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me. 

Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  His  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 

I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above. 

In  that  beautiful  place  He  has  gone  to  prepare 

For  all  who  are  wash'd  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  shall  be  with  Him  there, 

For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

But  thousands  and  thousands  who  wander  and  fall. 

Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home  ; 
I  wish  they  could  know  there  is  room  for  Ihcni  all, 

And  that  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come.     Amen. 


COv. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 

P.M. 


:B9t  Jubilate.  P.M. 


.-.. 1.; — ^^1 — . — - — .-,- 


Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above  ; 
Jesus  our  Saviour,  in  mercy  says,  "  Come," 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above. 

Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go  ; 
Then,  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  rest  we  in  heaven. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward,  etc. 

Teachers  and  kindred  have  pass'd  on  before  ; 
Waiting,  they  watch  us  approaching  the  shore, 
Singing,  to  cheer  us  while  passing  along, — 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward,  etc. 

Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the  ear; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we  shall  hear, 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  Jesus,  we  come. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward,  etc. 

Death,  with  its  arrow,  may  soon  lay  us  low ; 
Safe  in  our  Saviour,  we  fear  not  the  blow : 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb — 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  we  will  go  home. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward,  etc. 


507 


490. 


Joseph. 


FOR  CHILDREN, 

P.M. 


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When,  His  salvation  bringing, 

To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  cliildren  all  stood  singing 

Hosanna  to  his  name  ; 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  Him, 

But  as  He  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  Him, 
And  deign'd  to  hear  their  song. 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  they  sang. 

And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 
His  love  to  children  still, 

Though  now  as  King  He  reigneth 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill  ; 

We'll  flock  around  His  banner, 


Who  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  cry  aloud,  Hosanna 
To  David's  royal  Son  : 

Hosanna  to  Jesus  we'll  sing. 

For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones,  our  silence  sh.iming, 

Would  their  Hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No  ;  while  our  hearts  are  tender. 

They  too  sliall  be  the  Lord's, 
Hosanna  to  Jesus,  our  King.  Amen. 


491. 


Germaw  HtMit. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 

7.7.7.7. 


Pletbi.. 


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32: 


12211:? 


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ti-J-J-j4*L|-g: 


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Lamb  of  God,  I  look  to  Thee ; 
Thou  shalt  my  example  be  ; 
Thou  art  gentle,  meek,  and  mild ; 
Thou  wast  once  a  little  child. 

Fain  I  would  be  as  Thou  art ; 
Give  me  Thy  obedient  heart ! 
Thou  art  pitiful  and  kind  ; 
Let  me  have  Thy  loving  mind  ! 

Meek  and  lowly  may  I  be  ; 
Thou  wert  all  humility ! 
Let  me  to  my  betters  bow  ; 
Subject  to  Thy  parents  Thou. 

Let  me  above  all  fulfil 
God  my  heavenly  Father^s  will ; 
Never  His  good  Spirit  grieve  ; 
Only  to  His  glory  live  ! 

Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  Thy  gracious  hands  I  am  ; 
Make  me  Saviour,  what  Thou  art ; 
Live  Thyself  within  my  heart ! 

I  shall  then  show  forth  Thy  praise  ; 
Serve  Thee  all  my  happy  days  ; 
Then  the  world  shall  always  see 
Christ,  the  Holy  Child,  in  me. 


509 


492. 


St.  Bkknard. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 

CM. 


L.  G.  Hayne. 


'^^^^^^mw. 


r& 


^^^m^ 


There  is  a  green  hill  far  away, 

Without  a  city  wall, 
Where  the  dear  Lord  was  crucified 

Who  died  to  save  us  all. 

We  may  not  know,  we  cannot  tell, 
What  pains  He  had  to  bear, 

But  we  believe  it  was  for  us 
He  hung  and  suffer'd  there. 

He  died  that  we  might  be  forgiven, 
He  died  to  make  us  good, 

That  we  might  go  at  last  to  heaven, 
Saved  by  His  precious  blood. 

There  was  no  other  good  enough 

To  pay  the  price  of  sin, 
He  only  could  unlock  the  gate 

Of  heaven,  and  let  us  in. 

O,  dearly,  dearly  has  he  loved. 
And  we  must  love  Him  to. 

And  trust  in  His  redeeming  blood. 
And  try  His  works  to  do.     Amen. 


510 


493. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 


Mebton. 


8.7.8.7. 


^-=m- 


:~g: 


'^-W- 


:^zz^ 


I         I 


-p-p- 


I 


r2:i: 


-C2: 


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II  II 


^^: 


I       I       I 


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^szipz: 


:^ 


2i: 


I 


-iS-SiS-  -iS^ 


'  A  men. 


.-^l.£i_ 


ziz^-dn^-U 


Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me  ; 

Bless  thy  little  lamb  to-night ; 
Through  the  darkness  be  Thou  near  me  ; 

Keep  me  safe  till  morning  light. 

All  this  day  Thy  hand  has  led  me, 
And  I  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care : 

Thou  hast  warm'd  me,  clothed  and  fed  me, 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer  ! 

Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well ; 
Take  us  all  at  last  to  heaven, 

Happy  there  with  Thee  to  dwell.     Amen. 


611 


494. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 


Evan. 


CM. 


Remember  thy  Creator  now, 
While  youth  is  fresh  and  bright, 

Ere  earth  shall  close  upon  thy  form, 
And  hide  thee  out  of  sight. 

The  sun  shall  set,  the  stars  shall  sink, 

The  moon  shall  fade  away. 
The  sound  of  music  shall  be  hush'd, 

In  that  distressful  day. 

The  mourners  then  shall  pace  the  streets, 

The  knell  shall  sadly  toll ; 
For  death  has  loosed  the  silver  cord, 

Broken  the  golden  bowl. 

Then  think  of  thy  Creator  now, 

Lest  evil  days  arise. 
To  steel  thy  heart  against  His  love, 

And  keep  thee  from  the  skies. 

Good  Lord  my  giddy  thoughts  restrain, 

My  heart  to  Thee  incline  ; 
So  keep  me  in  my  youth  that  I 

In  age  may  still  be  Thine. 

Then  when  my  dust  to  Him  returns, 

Who  gave  it  living  breath. 
On  Thee  reposing,  may  my  soul 

Not  fear,  but  welcome  death!     Amen. 


512 


495. 


Stutgabd. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 

8.7.8.7. 


Heavenly  Father,  send  Thy  blessing 
On  Thy  children  gather'd  here  ; 

May  they  all  Thy  name  confessing, 
Be  to  Thee  forever  dear ! 


May  they  be,  like  Joseph,  loving, 
Dutiful,  and  chaste,  and  pure  ; 

And  their  faith,  like  David's  proving 
Steadfast  unto  death  endure. 

Holy  Saviour,  who  in  meekness 

Didst  vouchsafe  a  child  to  be, 
Guide  their  steps,  and  help  their  weakness, 

Bless,  and  make  them  like  to  Thee. 

Bear  Thy  lambs,  when  they  are  weary, 
In  Thine  arms,  and  at  Thy  breast ; 

Through  life's  desert,  dry  and  dreary, 
Bring  them  to  Thy  heavenly  rest. 

Spread  Thy  guardian  wings  above  them  ; 

Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ; 
Guide  them,  lead  them,  go  before  them; 

Give  them  peace,  and  joy,  and  love. 


Temples  of  the  Holy  Spirit, 

May  they  with  Thy  glory  shine, 

And  immortal  bliss  inherit, 

And  for  evermore  be  Thine.    Amen. 


513 


FOR  CHILDREN. 


^*vO«    IlflfOCENTS. 


7.7.7.7. 


'-^^m 


ipii^i 


s^^^^ 


^-.Q — 

P2= 


Lord  this  day  Thy  children  meet 
In  Thy  courts  with  willing  feet; 
Unto  Thee  this  day  they  raise 
Grateful  hearts  in  hymns  of  praise. 

Not  alone  the  day  of  rest 
With  Thy  worship  shall  be  blest; 
In  our  pleasure  and  our  glee, 
Lord  we  would  remember  Thee. 

Help  us  unto  Thee  to  pray, 
Hallowing  our  happy  day  ; 
From  Thy  presence  thus  to  win 
Hearts  all  pure,  and  free  from  sin. 

All  our  pleasures  here  below, 
Saviour  from  Thy  mercy  flow  ; 
But  if  earth  has  joys  like  this, 
What  shall  be  our  heavenly  bliss  ? 

Make,  O  Lord,  our  childhood  shine 

With  all  lowly  grace  like  Thine  : 

Then  through  all  eternity 

We  shall  live  in  Heaven  with  Thee.     Amen. 


614 


497. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 

P.M. 


A^A^^ 


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Mi.-^ 


:r±?=r±ff: 


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:22zs:: 


pl^^^ii^ 


Shall  we  gather  at  the  river, 

Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod ; 

With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God 

Chorus. 

Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river, 

Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

On  the  margin  of  the  river, 
Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 


We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy,  golden  day. 
Chorus. 

On  the  bosom  of  the  river. 

Where  the  Saviour-king  we  own, 

We  shall  meet  and  sorrow  never, 
'Neath  the  glory  of  the  throne. 
Chorus. 

Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 
Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  dehver, 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 
Chorus. 

615 


498. 


St.  Helena. 


FOR  CHILDREN. 


S.M. 


d: 


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:^: 


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53"= 


^E 


!       I        I 


■<S>^-i 


'i^zzziiizzzztz : 


-r^—r^—^—^ 


:P2: 


^_^^EEEFS 


"C?^ 


I       I       I       I 


:=^==^=^ 


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=1=2=^=^: 


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izi: 


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iS 


.ci_ 


t^i=& 


-ci- 


221 


±z=t=: 


F—i — r— F 


V#L-_^., 


A-men. 

?ES3 


^ps^t^i^sigz^ 


i 


Lord  Jesus,  God  and  Man, 

In  this  our  festal  day 
To  Thee  for  precious  gifts  of  grace 

Thy  ransom'd  people  pray. 

We  pray  for  childlike  hearts, 

For  gentle,  holy  love, 
For  strength  to  do  Thy  will  below 

As  Angels  do  above. 

We  pray  for  simple  faith. 
For  hope  that  never  faints, 

For  true  communion  evermore 
With  all  Thy  blessed  saints. 

On  friends  around  us  here, 

Oh,  let  Thy  blessing  fall ! 
We  pray  for  grace  to  love  them  well. 

But  Thee  beyond  them  all. 

Oh,  joy  to  live  for  Thee  I 

Oh,  joy  in  Thee  to  die  ^ 
Oh,  very  joy  of  joys  to  see 

Thy  face  eternally  !   Amen» 


610 


499. 


THE  JUDGMENT. 


Waltox. 


L.M. 


Beethovew. 


Jesus  !  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
Mid  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

When  from  the  dust  of  earth  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies  ; 
Ee'n  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea: 
"Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, — 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 


Oh,  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  Thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice  ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress — 
Jesus !  Thy  blood  and  righteousness  !    Amen. 


517 


500. 


THE  JUDGMENT. 


L.M. 


Old  Melody. 


That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

When  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  ; 

Oh  !  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay. 
Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stajr. 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! 


61 S 


501. 


St,  Makt. 


THE  JUDGMENT. 

CM. 


Old  Tpne. 


-JC±. 


^=S 


2^: 


-J^—-^. 


:SE 


:^: 


:=|=s^=: 


:P2=^ 


S= 


=g=«g= 


=^- 


:5^- 


:^: 


:^=?2: 


:^=^=t 


zz±. 


:p2=:?2: 


When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
O'erwhehn'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 

I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
Oh,  how  shall  I  appear ! 

If  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found. 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 

And  trembles  at  the  thought ; 

When  Thou,  O  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 

Oh,  how  shall  I  appear ! 

But  Thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind. 

Who  does  her  sins  bewail, 
That  faith  in  Christ's  atoning  Blood 

For  pardon  shall  avail. 


Then  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure  ; 
Who  knows  Thine  only  Son  has  died 

To  make  that  pardon  sure  ! 


619 


502. 


THE  JUDGMENT. 


LXITHEH. 


P.M. 


Old  Tottb. 


:2^ 


II  III 

-^-A ^ — 


=?2: 


:^:: 


,.:^S2 


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W        I 


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:=^: 


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-^-^^P.„-:^^^-:d^^,^., 


r 


Great  God  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ? 

The  end  of  things  created  ; 
The  Judge  of  all  men  doth  appear 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contain'd  before  ; 

Prepare, my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

The  dead  in  Christ  are  first  to  rise 
At  that  last  trumpet's  sounding  ; 

Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding  : 

No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay; 

His  presence  sheds  eternal  dav 
On  those  prcpar'd  to  meet  Him. 

620 


The  ungodly,  filled  Avith  guilty  fears, 

Behold  His  wrath  prevailing; 
In  woe  they  rise,  but  all  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing  ; 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone  ; 
Trembling  thev  stand  before  His  Throne, 

All  unprepar'd  to  meet  Him. 

Great  Judge  to  Thee  our  prayers  we  pour, 

In  deep  abasement  bending  ; 
O  shield  us  through  that  last  dread  hour, 

Thv  wondrons  love  extending  ; 
Mav  we  in  this  our  trial  day 
With  faithful  hearts  Thy  word  obey. 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  Thee.   Amen. 


503. 


HE  A  VEN. 


St.  Alphege, 


H.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  Doc. 


^lli^ESilEiE^^^ 


Brief  life  is  here  our  portion, 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
That  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life  is  there. 
Oh,  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest. 

And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown. 
But  He  whom  now  we  trust  in 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known  ; 
And  they  that  know  and  see' Him 

Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 


The  morning  shall  awaken. 

The  shadows  shall  decay. 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day. 
There  God,  our  King  and  portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
Shall  we  behold  for  ever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 

Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


521 


•    NEAEEE  HOICB. 


HE  A  VEN. 

D.S.M. 


J.  WOODBUEY. 


:^-i=iP3=i-^iill 


:c2~ 


gli 


=^Ilt?2 


J-J-J- 


SEtEt-^E^B=f= 


■^J^-n — 1^— 


i^i^^^ 


,,^=4^^.-g'=^=F^rU-H=J-psLpL^=^'=P 


-J: 


|z^=S=g=«^ 


-yt ^- 


— I 1 1 — I 1 n 1 1 1 1 1 — I — :=: — n- 


122^ 


|^?=^E-?2^?2=P2=P2=  : 


=:n=^=r":zf: 

=B=t=z:t=zt= 


ii 


-Srtt-J-r-i=:d=d: 


H 1- 


:[:=t 


_    I     _    i_      I  -<s-  ^^  -g^-     -^:j 


For  ever  with  the  Lord  ! 

Amen,  so  let  it  he  ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word ; 

'Tis  immortahty. 
Here  in  the  body  i^ent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nijjhtly  pitch  my  moving  tent 

A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

My  Fatlier's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  mv  soul,  how  near 

At  times  to  faith's  far-seeing  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear. 


Ah,  then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reacli  the  land  I  love. 

The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 

And  all  my  prospect  flies  ; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 

Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 
Anon  the  clouds  de])art. 

The  winds  and  waters  cease, 
And  sweetly  o'er  my  gladden'd  heart 

Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 


522 


0\jO*  Chkist  Chxiech. 


HE  A  VEN. 

P.M.  C.  Steggall,  Mus.  Doc. 


"c?" 


t— r- 


f'  t  f"'^        r'  ,sr  rf""'    --^- 

.d.^.     I       I  I  A-men, 


Jz-JaztJ: 


l:S222 


Rfti 


F 


Jerusalem  on  high 

My  song  and  city  is, 
My  home  whene'er  I  die, 
The  centre  of  my  bhss  : 
O  happy  place  ! 
When  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee, 
To  see  Thy  face  ? 


There  dwells  my  Lord,  my  King, 

Judged  here  unfit  to  live  : 
There  angels  to  Him  sing, 
And  lowly  homage  give. 
O  happy  place ! 
When  shall  I  be. 
My  God,  with  Thee, 
To  see  Thy  face  ? 


The  Patriarchs  of  old 

There  from  their  travels  cease  : 
The  prophets  there  behold 

Their  longed-for  Prince  of  Peace. 
O  happy  place  ! 
When  shall  I  be. 
My  God,  with  Thee, 
To  see  Thy  face  ? 


The  Lord's  apostles  there 

I  might  with  joy  behold  ; 
The  harpers  I  might  hear 
Harping  on  harps  of  gold. 
O  happy  place  ! 
When  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee, 
To  see  Thy  face  ? 


The  bleeding  Martyrs,  they 

Within  these  courts  are  found, 
Clothed  in  pure  array. 
Their  scars  with  glory  crown'd  ; 
O  happy  place ! 
When  shall  I  be. 
My  God,  with  Thee, 
To  see  Thy  face  ? 


Ah  me  !    ah  me  !    that  I 

In  Kedar's  tents  here  stay  ! 
No  place  like  that  on  high  ; 
Lord,  thither  guide  my  way ! 
O  happy  place  ! 
When  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee, 
To  see  Thy  face  ?    Amen. 


52-3 


506. 


Gloria. 


HE  A  VEN. 

FIRST  TUNE, 
8.7.8.7.  D. 


H.  SmabT. 


Hark  !   the  sound  of  holy  voices 

Chanting,  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Alleluia,  Alleluia, 

Alleluia,  Lord,  to  Thee  : 
Multitude, whicli  none  can  number. 

Like  the  stars  in  glory  stands, 
Clfitlied  in  white  apparel,  holding 

Palms  of  victory  in  their  hands. 

Patriarch  and  holy  Prophet, 

Who  prepared  the  way  nf  Christ, 
King,  Apostle,  Saint,  ("onfessor, 

Martyr,  and  Evangelist, 
Saintly  Maiden,  godly  ^LUron, 

Widows  who   have    watch'd  to 
pravcr, 
Join'd  in  holy  concert  singing 

To  the  Lord  of  all,  are  there. 

They  have  come  from  tribulation. 
And  have  wash'd  their  robes  in 
blood, 

524 


Wash'd  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus: 
Tried  they  were,  and  firm  they 
stood  ; 
Mock'd,    imprison'd,    ston'd,    tor- 
mented. 
Sawn  asunder,  slain  with  sword, 
They   have   conquer'd   death  and 
Satan 
By  the  might  of  Christ  the  Lord. 

Marching    with  Thy  Coss    their 
banner, 
They  liave  triumph'd  following 
Thee,  the  Captain  of  salvation. 
Thee,  their   Saviour,    and  their 
King: 
Gladly,   Lord,  with  Thee  they  suf- 
fered ; 
Gladly,   Lord,  with   Thee   they 
died, 


And  by  death  to  life  immortal 
They  were  born,  and  glorified. 

Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glorj'. 

Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river. 

Holy  bliss  and  infinite  ; 
Love    and    peace   they   taste    for 
ever. 

And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  Beatific  Vision 

Of  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

God  of  God,  the  One-begotten, 

Light  of  Liijlit,  Emmanuel, 
In  whose  Body  join'd  together 

All  the  saints  for  ever  dwell  ; 
Pour  upon  us  of  Thy  fulness, 

That  we  may  for  evermore 
Thee  with  Thine  Ktemal  Father 

And  the  Holy  Ghost  adore. 


506. 


Sanctuakt. 


HE  A  VEN. 

SECOND  TUNE. 
8.7.8.7.  D. 


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Hark  !  the  sound  of  holy  voices 

Chanting,  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Alleluia,  Alleluia, 

Alleluia,  Lord  to  Thee  : 
Multitude,  which  none  can  number, 

Like  the  stars  in  glory  stands, 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 

Palms  of  victory  in  their  hands. 

Patriarch  and  holy  Prophet, 

Who  prepared  the  way  of  Christ, 
King,  Apostle,  Saint,  Confessor, 

Martyr,  and  Evangelist, 
Saintly  Maiden,  godly  Matron, 

Widows  who  have  watch' d  to  prayer, 
Join'd  in  holy  concert  singing 

To  the  Lord  of  all,  are  there. 

They  have  come  from  tribulation, 

And  have  wash'd  their  robes  in  blood, 
Wash'd  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus  : 

Tried  they  were,  and  firm  they  stood  ; 
Mock'd,  imprison'd,  stoned,  tormented, 

Sawn  asunder,  slain  with  sword, 
Th^  have  conquer'd  death  and  Satan 

By  the  might  of  Christ  the  Lord. 


Marching  with  Thy  cross  their  banner, 

They  have  triumph'd  following 
Thee,  the  Captain  of  salvation. 

Thee,  their  Saviour,  and  their  King  : 
Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  sufEer'd, 

Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  died; 
And  by  death  to  life  immortal 

They  were  born,  and  glorified. 

Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 

Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 

Holy  bliss  and  infinite  ; 
Love  and  peace  they  taste  for  ever, 

And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  Beatific  Vision 

Of  the  blessM  Trinity. 

God  of  God,  the  One-begotten, 

Light  of  Light,  Immanuel, 
In  whose  Body  join'd  together 

All  the  saints  for  ever  dwell ; 
Pour  upon  us  of  Thy  fulness, 

That  we  may  for  evermore 
Thee  with  Thine  Eternal  Father 

And  the  Holy  Ghost  adore. 

525 


507. 


Vox  Angelica. 


HE  A  VEN. 

FIRST  TUNE. 
P.M. 


Kev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mrs.  Doo. 

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Hark!  hark,  my  soul!     AngeliciAnd  through  the  dark,  its  echoes!     The  clay  mitst  dawn,  and  darlt 


songs  are  swelling 
0,er  earth's    green    fields    and 
ocean's  wave-bent  sliore  ; 
How  sweet  the   trutli  those  bless- 
ed strains  are  telling 
Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall 
be  no  more  ! 
Angels  of  Jesus, 

Angels  of  light, 
Sineing  to  welcome 

The  pilgrims  of  the  night. 

Onward  w-  go,   for  still  we  hear 
them  singing, 
"  Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus 
bids  you  come  ;  " 
ff>R 


sweetly  ringing, 
The  music  of  tlie  Gospel  leads 
us  home. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 
Far,  far  away,  like   bells  at  even- 
ing pealing. 
The  voice   of  Jesus  sounds  o'er 
land  and  sea, 
And    laden    souls    by     thousands 
meekly  stealing, 
Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  wea- 
ry steps  to  Thee. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 
Rest  comes  at  length,  though   life 
be  long  and  dreary, 


some  night  be  past  ; 
Faitli's  journey  ends    in  welcome 
to  the  wcai  y, 
And    heaven,   the   heart's  true 
home,  will  come  at  last. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 

Angels,    sing    on  !    your    faithful 
watches  keeping; 
Sing  us  sweet  fiagments  of  the 
songs  above  ; 
Till   morning's  joy  shall  end    the 
night  of  weeping. 
And  life's  long  sliadows  break 
in  cloudless  love. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 


507. 


Pilgrims. 


HE  A  VEN. 

SECOND  TUNE. 
P.M. 


Hekey  Smart. 


si-J- 


Angelic 


Hark  !  hark,  my  soul 
songs  are  swelling 
O'er  earth's    green    fields    and 
ocean's  wave-beat  shore  ; 
How  sweet  the   truth  those   bless- 
ed strains  are  telling 
Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall 
be  no  more ! 

Angels  of  Jesus, 

Angels  of  light, 
Singing  to  welcome 
The  pilgrims  of  the  night! 


Onward  we  go,   for  still  we  hear 
them  singing, 
"  Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus 
bids  you  come  ;  " 
And  through  the  dark,  its  echoes 
sweetly  ringing, 
The  music  of  the  Gospel  leads 
us  home. 


Angels  of  Jesus, 

Angels  of  light, 
Singmg  to  welcome 

The  pilgrims  of  the  n:-ht! 

Far,  far  away,  like   bells  at  ev'n- 
ing  pealing, 
The  voice   of  Jesus  sounds  o'er 
land  and  sea, 
And    laden    souls    by     thousands 
meekly  stealing, 
Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  wea- 
ry steps  to  Thee. 
Angels  of  Jesus, 

Angels  of  light. 
Singing  to  welcome 
The  pilgrims  of  the  night! 

Rest  comes  at  length  ;  though  life 
be  long  and  dreary. 
The  day  must  dawn,   and  dark- 
some night  be  past ; 


Faith's  journey  ends    in  welcome 
to  the  weary, 
And    heaven,    the   heart's   true 
home,  will  come  at  last. 
Angels  of  Jesus, 
Angels  of  light. 
Singing  to  welcome 
The  pilgrims  of  the  night! 


Angels  !  sing    on,     your    faithful 
watches  keeping; 
Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the 
songs  above  ; 
Till  morning's  joy  shall  end   the 
night  of  weeping. 
And  life's  long  shadows  break 
in  cloudless  love. 
Angels  of  Jesus, 

Angels  of  light. 
Singing  to  welcome 
The  pilgrims  of  the  night  I 

•627 


508. 


Sr.  AXSELM. 


HEA  VEN. 

7.6.7.6.  D. 


Joseph  Barnbt. 


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For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country, 
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep  ; 

For  very  love  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep  : 

The  mention  of  thy  glory 
Is  unction  to  the  breast. 

And  medicine  in  sickness, 
And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

O  one,  O  only  mansion  I 

O  Paradise  of  joy  ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banish'd, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy, 

Thy  ageless  walls  are  garnish'd 
With  amethyst  unpric'd: 

Thy  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 
The  Corner-Stone  is  Christ. 

628 


With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 
Thy  streets  with  em'ralds  blaze ; 

The  sardius  and  the  topaz 
Unite  in  thee  their  rays  ; 

The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendour, 
The  Crucifi'd  thy  praise  ; 

His  laud  and  benediction 
Thy  ransom'd  people  raise. 

Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  I 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 

Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 
They  raise  thy  holy  tower  I 

Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel. 
And  thine  the  golden  dower. 


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There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  withering  flowers  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  trembhng  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

Oh !  could    we   all  our  doubts  remove, 
These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise. 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ; 

Could  we  but  chmb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er  ; 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  ghore. 


529 


HE  A  VEN. 


\j\S3 1    O  QuAIfTA  QUALIA. 


Ancient  Plain  Song. 


&oU 


Oh,  what  the  joy  and  the  glory  must  be, 
Those  endless  Sal:>baths  the  blessed  ones  see; 
Crowns  for  the  valiant,  to  weary  ones  rest; 
God  shall  be  all,  and  in  all  ever  blest ! 

What  are  the  monarch,  his  court,  and  his  throne  ? 
What  are  the  peace  and  the  joy  that  they  own  ? 
Oh,  that  the  blest  ones,  who  in  it  have  share, 
All  that  they  feel  could  as  fully  declare  ! 

Truly  Jerusalem  name  we  that  shore, 
Vision  of  peace,  that  brings  joy  evermore  ! 
Wish  and  fulfilment  can    sever'd  be  ne'er, 
Nor  the  thing  pray'd  for  come  short  of  the  prayer. 

There,  where  no  troubles  distraction  can  bring. 
We  the  sweet  anthems  of  Sion  sluill  sing, 
While  for  Thy  grace,  Lord,  their  voices  of  praise, 
Thy  blessed  people  eternally  raise. 

There  dawns  no  Sabbath,  no  Sabbath  is  o'er, 
Those  Sabbath-keepers  have  one  evermore ; 
One  and  unending  is  that  triumph-song 
V/hich  to  the  Angels  and  us  shall  belong. 


HE  A  VEN. 


Regent  Squaee 


H.  Smart. 


Light's  abode,  Celestial  Salem, 

Vision  whence  true  peace  doth  spring, 
Brighter  than  the  heart  can  fancy, 

Mansion  of  the  Highest  King ; 
O  how  glorious  are  the  praises 

Which  of  Thee  the  prophets  sing  ! 
There  for  ever  and  for  ever 

Alleluia  is  out-poured  ; 
For  unending,  for  unbroken 

Is  the  feast-day  of  the  Lord ; 
All  is  pure,  and  all  is  holy 

That  within  Thy  walls  is  stored. 
There  no  cloud  nor  passing  vapour 

Dims  the  brightness  of  the  air ; 
Endless  noon-day,  glorious  noon-day, 

From  the  Sun  of  suns  is  there ; 
There  no  night  brings  rest  from  labour. 

For  unknown  are  toil  and  care. 
Oh,  how  glorious  and  resplendent, 

Fragile  body,  shalt  thou  be, 
When  endued  with  so  much  beauty, 

Full  of  health,  and  strong  and  free, 
Full  of  vigour,  full  of  pleasure 

That  shall  last  eternally  !     Amen. 


531 


512. 


EWINQ. 


HE  A  VEN. 

7.6.7.6.  (D.) 


A.  EwiNG. 


wmm 


A-men. 


Jerusalem  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest ; 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  oppress'd. 
I  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not, 

What  joys  await  us  there, 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 
They  stand,  those  halls  of  Sion, 

Ail  jubilant  with  song. 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng : 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  daylight  is  serene, 
The  pastures  of  the  blessfed 

Are  deck'd  in  glorious  sheen. 
632 


There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast ; 
And  they,  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquer'd  in  the  fight, 
For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest.     Amen. 


513. 


HE  A  VEN. 


Southwell. 


CM. 


H.  S.  Irons. 


Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  gates  of  pearl  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats  !    through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

Why  should  I  shrink  from  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 

Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

Jerusalem  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

O  Christ,  do  Thou  my  soul  prepare 

For  that  bright  home  of  love  ; 
That  I  may  see  Thee  and  adore. 

With  all  Thy  saints  above.     Amen. 


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A  -  men, 


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533 


ijlrXt  Paradise 


HE  A  VEN. 

8.6.8.6.6.6.6.6. 


Kkv.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


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O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ? 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land, 
Where  they  that  lov'd  arc  blest ; 
Where  loyal  hearts,  and  true, 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture,  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight .-' 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

The  world  is  growing  old  ; 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 

Where  love  is  never  cold  .' 
Where  loyal  hearts,  etc. 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
'Tis  weary  waiting  here ; 
634 


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men. 


I  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is. 
To  feci,  to  see  11  im  near; 
Where  loyal  hearts,  etc. 

0  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
I  want  to  sin  no  more, 

1  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth, 
As  on  thy  spotless  shore  ; 

Where  loyal  hearts,  etc. 


Eli^^IjzI]        JL 


Amen. 


515. 


Lancashire. 


HE  A  VEN. 

7.6.7.6.  (D.) 


H.  SmABT. 


I  KNOW  her  walls  are  jasper  ; 

Her  palaces  are  fair  ; 
And  to  the  sound  of  harping 

The  saints  are  singing  there. 
I  know  that  living  v/aters, 

Flow  under  fruitful  trees  ; 
But  ah,  to  make  my  heaven, 

It  needeth  more  than  these. 

Read  on  the  sacred  story, 

What  more  doth  it  unfold, 
Beside  the  pearly  gateways 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 
No  temple  hath  that  city, 

For  none  is  needed  there  ; 
No  sun  nor  moon  enlighteneth, 

For  all  is  radiance  fair. 


And  now  the  joy  revealing. 

The  crowning  joy  of  all ; 
What  need  of  other  sunlight, 

Where  God  is  all  in  all  ? 
He  fills  the  wide  ethereal 

With  glory  all  His  own, 
He  whom  my  soul  adore th. 

The  Lamb  amidst  the  throne. 

Speed  on,  oh  lagging  moments ; 

Come  birthday  of  the  soul ; 
How  long  the  night  appeareth, 

The  hours  how  slow  they  roll. 
How  sweet  the  welcome  summons, 

That  greets  the  willing  Bride ! 
And  when  my  eyes  behold  Him, 

I  shall  be  satisfied.     Amen. 

635 


516. 


The  Blessed  Home. 


HE  A  VEN. 

6.6.6.6.  (D.) 


Dk.  Staineb. 


mwM^^ 


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^g:pS:^2=:, 


There  is  a  blessed  home 

Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 

Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow  ; 
Wliere  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hoj^e  is  crown'd, 
And  everlasting  light 

lis  glory  throws  around. 

There  is  a  land  of  peace. 

Good  angels  know  it  well ; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 

Within  its  portals  swell  ; 
Around  its  glorious  tlirone 

Tim  thousand  saints  adore 
Ciirist,  with  the  Fatlier  One, 

And  Spirit,  evermore. 


O  joy  all  joys  beyond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound 

In  hands  and  feet  and  side  ; 
To  give  to  Him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumpli  won, 
And  sing  through  endless  days 

The  great  things  He  hath  done. 

Look  up  ye    saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe  ; 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomiilaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above.     Amen. 


517. 


St.  Anke. 


GENERAL. 

FIRST  TUNE. 

CM. 


O  GoD,our  Help  in  ages  past, 
Our  Hope  for  years  to  come, 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  Home  ! 


Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 

Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 


Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 


A  thousand  ages  in  Thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 

Before  the  risino;  sun. 


Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 

They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


O  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past. 
Our  Hope  for  years  to  come ; 

Be  Thou  our  Guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  Home  !     Amen. 


637 


517. 


St.  Anne. 


GENERAL. 

SECOND  TUNE. 
CM. 


B=5tT=^: 


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J. 


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*=22irrzc2: 


-<=2- 


A. 


1^2: 


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122: 


g: 


z^i=i^— 


2^: 


:^: 


12^: 


:^=i^: 


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0='^=^?' 


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Sl: 


gai 


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1221 


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:=z2=if^: 


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122: 


bi=^q 


:3?2: 


:^: 


=tig=^=^ 


~JZi.l 


■j^z 


^-J- 


A-men. 


:S: 


22ZZ2: 


:z2: 


:^zt 


O  God, our  Help  in  ages  past, 
Our  Hope  for  years  to  come. 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  Home  ! 


Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 

Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 


Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 


A  thousand  ages  in  Thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 

Before  the  risins:  sun. 


Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 

They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


O  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past, 
Our  Hope  for  years  to  come ; 

Be  Thou  our  Guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  Home  !     Amen. 


688 


518 


t  St.  CATnEErNE. 


GENERAL. 

7.6.T.C.  (D.) 


Eev.  K.  F.  Dale. 


giil^iU 


—\-s>- 


-^: 


:2:2; 


O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing 

Outside  the  fast-closed  door, 
In  lowly  patience  waiting 

To  pass  the  threshold  o'er: 
Shame  on  us,  Christian  brethren, 

His  Name  and  sign  who  bear. 
Oh,  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us 

To  keep  Him  standing  there. 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  knocking  : 
And  lo  !   that  Hand  is  scarr'd, 

And  thorns  Thy  Brow  encircle, 
And  tears.  Thy  Face  have  marr'd  : 


O  love  that  passeth  knowledge 

So  patiently  to  wait ! 
Oh  sin  that  hath  no  equal 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate ! 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  pleading 

In  accents  meek  and  low, 
"  I  died  for  you,  My  children. 

And  will  ye  treat  me  so  ?  " 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sotrOW 

We  open  now  the  door  : 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 

And  leave  us  never  more.     Amen. 
53y 


Abridge. 


GENERAL. 

CM. 


Isaac  Smith. 


Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  our  care 

Whether  we  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  our  share, 

And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

If  life  be  long,  oh,  make  us  glad 

The  longer  to  obey  ; 
If  short,  no  labourer  is  sad 

To  end  his  toilsome  day. 

Christ   leads   us   through   no    darker 
rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before; 
He  tliat  unto  God's  kingdom  comes 

Must  enter  by  this  door. 


Come,  Lord,  when  grace   hath  made 
us  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 

What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 

There  shall  we  end  our  sad  complaints, 

Our  weary,  sinful  days. 
And  jom  with  the  triumphant  saints 

That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

Our  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
Enough  for  us  that  Christ  knows  all. 

And  we  shall  be  with  Him.     Amen. 


640 


520. 


Commandments. 


GENERAL. 

L.M. 


-Ci  J^ 


:^: 


:^S= 


I  III 

i^  .^  .d  ^  J.  -^  .^-  J    ^  ^  ^ 


It: 


?2: 


:^ 


"-^"^?=E^^ 


^: 


:?2: 


:^ 


:iz^ 


^i^^i^HHi 


ipz: 


2i: 


F'^ 


I  I  I  I  .f^ 


s>-^- 


A-men. 


?==^ 


:P2=^; 


:^=:p2: 


:t: 


±1- 


s^: 


I     I 


■^ 


Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High-priest  our  nature  wears. 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

He  who  for  men  their  Surety  stood, 
And  pour'd  on  earth  His  precious  Blood, 
Pursues  in  heaven  His  mighty  plan, 
The  Saviour  and  the  Friend  of  man. 

Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye  ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 
He  knows  the  weakness  of  our  frame. 

In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart. 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 
Touch'd  with  the  feeling  of  our  grief. 
He  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

With  boldness,  therefore,  at  His  throne, 
Come,  let  us  make  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power. 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour.     Amen. 


541 


V^At    MiZPAH 


GENERAL, 
i.i.i.i. 


Adapted  frosi  Beethoven, 


iig^^iSSSfi 


:^::q 


=^F==iq 


ii 


f^-^_  _(r2_^_ -^^^--^-    S' 


:="^— tz: 


"^^0^1 


3?~^_^- 


iLz: 


|_P_,----^-p--4 i „ .-, |yc:H 1 F=^-, p, 

=^iFg=gzgs^z--iR3s:^B--c2zzqE&s3==:fl 


I         I       I 


^_«_^_<=2. 


Hi= 


:^rr22i:^- 


-^_ri 


u. 


^^^^li^Jl^i^iiiSi 


642 


Let  my  life  be  hid  with  Thee, 
Gracious  Saviour,  Lord  of  might: 

Saved  from  sin,  from  dangers  free, 
Lighten'd  by  Thy  perfeict  light. 

Let  my  life  be  hid  with  Thee, 
When  my  raging  foes  abound, 

Cover'd  by  Thy  panoply, 

Safe  within  Thy  holy  ground. 

Let  my  life  be  hid  with  Thee, 
When  my  soul  is  vex'd  below ; 

Let  me  still  Thy  mercy  see, 

When  bow'd  down  by  grief  and  woe. 

Let  my  life  be  hid  with  Thee, 
When  in  death  I  sink  and  fail, 

Lest  my  raging  enemy 

In  that  dying  hour  prevail. 

Let  my  life  be  hid  with  Thee, 
Bound  within  Thy  life  above, 

Living  through  eternity 

In  the  realms  of  peace  and  love. 


522. 


GENERAL. 


Realms  of  Glokt. 


8.7.8.7.4.7. 


John  Nayloe. 


m — » — m — <»— ' — m—% — « — ;«- 


Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah  ! 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty ; 

Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand  ; 
Bread  of  Heaven, 
Feed  me  now  and  evermore. 


Open  now  the  crystal  Fountain, 

Whence  the  heahng  streams  do  flow; 

Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through ; 
Strong  Deliverer, 

Be  Thou  still  my  Strength  and  Shield. 


When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 

Death  of  death,  and  Hell's  Destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 
Songs  of  praises, 

I  will  ever  give  to  Thee.     Amen. 


523. 


Carmiite. 


GENERAL. 


8.8.6.8.8.6. 


— rr-M--i--V-r-r-" 


I      I      I      I      I      I      I- 


Ef 


TT.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  Bac. 

^      I        I        . 


Si 


-*-  -•-.  -*-  -^-  ^-  -^-+*^ 


544 


Jesus,  I  love  Thee  ; — Thou  dost  know 
How  true  my  love,  how  deep  my  woe, 

Almost  too  deep  to  bear; 
But  Thou  wilt  guide  me  by  Thy  hand; 
Strong  in  Thy  strength  I  yet  may  stand, 

Still  resting  in  Thy  care. 

Thou  wilt  not  leave  the  weakest  one  : 
Though  every  outward  hope  be  gone, 

I  know  that  Thou  art  nigh ; 
Man  knows  not  what  my  sufferings  are ; 
He  cannot  know ;  he  would  not  care  ; 

But  Thou  art  sympathy. 

Thou  wilt  not  let  my  footsteps  fail. 

Nor  let  me,  journeying  through  this  vale, 

Bring  on  Thy  Gospel  shame  ; 
Though  nought  is  mine  but  sin  and  woe. 
Yet  in  thy  righteousness  I  go, 

And  triumph  in  Thy  name. 

And  when  the  bitter  cup  is  past, 
And  when  I  sink  in  death  at  last. 

It  is  to  be  with  Thee ; 
To  come  with  Thee  in  clouds  of  heaven, 
Ransom'd,  pure,  holv,  Thine,  forgiven, 

Ever  to  reign  with  Thee.     Amen. 


524. 


GENERAL. 


Eisenach. 


L.M. 


Old  Tune. 


=S 


I    ^  -s'- 


:SrST 


ti: 


:^=t 


:^: 


_^_£:^. 


itz: 


--^: 


]=F2=^=^= 


::^=^: 


:^: 


T-X- 


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-^-=^-- 


■^-^. 


:=g: 


:^=^: 


■pj' 


^ 


k=t 


:^iJ_J_, 


g^^giii^^jgg^j 


r 

O  Thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart ;  it  pants  for  Thee 
O  burst  these  bonds  and  set  it  free. 

If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  Thou  my  light,  be  Thou  my  way ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear. 

No  harm,  while  Thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

Saviour,  where'er  Thy  steps  I  see. 
Dauntless,  untir'd,    I  follow  Thee  ; 
O  let  Thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  holy  hill. 

If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day, 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 


545 


GENERAL. 

Alleluia  dulce  Car5ie>-.     8.7.8.7.8.7. 


- — g — & — (S' — &-^-^-^^ — \-^ — I — ^ — I ^- 


:^: 


:=2=g: 


82^5^: 


ffz:^i=?2i:^=p2: 


^        I       i       J       i      , 

□ 1 1 1 L|_u_l 


64d 


Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 

O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 
For  we  have  no  help  but  Thee  ; 
Yet  possessing 
Every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us ; 

All  our  weakness  Thou  dost  know  ; 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us, 
Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe; 
Lone  and  dreary, 
Faint  and  weary, 
Through  the  desert  Thou  didst  go. 

Spirit  of  our  God,  descending. 

Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy  ; 
Love  with  every  passion  blending, 
Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy  ; 
Thus  provided, 
Pardon'd,  guided, 
Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 


526. 


GENERAL. 


Fkanconia. 


S.M. 


German. 


Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 

For  they  shall  see  our  God  ; 

The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs  ; 

Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

The  Lord,  who  left  the  heavens, 
Our  life  and  peace  to  bring, 
And  dwelt  in  lowliness  with  men. 
Their  pattern  and  their  King  ; 

Still  to  the  lowly  soul 
He  doth  Himself  impart, 
And  for  His  dwelling  and  His  throne 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

Lord,  we  Thy  presence  seek ; 
May  ours  this  blessing  be  ; 
Give  us  the  pure  and  lowly  heart, 
A  temple  meet  fur  Thee. 

All  glory,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  for  evermore.     Amen. 


547 


527. 


Ltte. 


GENERAL. 

S.M. 


J.  Wilkes. 


;^^i?iii 


:S=^ 


H^K" 


— n— S — SI 


1       I 


tS  g-g'-rS' — ? 


:pzE:  H  Q  H  -Fr7-^-^pIgg^Hi^=— g 


^13 


-<^-^ 


E^^H 


>  -_<r2. 


Far  from  my  heavenly  home, 
Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 

Fainting  I  cry,  blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest. 

My  spirit  homeward  turns. 
And  fain  would  thither  flee  ; 

My  heart,  O  Sion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  Thee. 


A-men. 


To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  press, 
A  dark  and  toilsome  road ; 

When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness, 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode  ? 

God  of  my  life,  be  near  : 

On  Thee  my  hopes  I  cast : 
O  guide  me  through  the  desert  here. 

And  bring  me  home  at  last.     Amen. 


548 


Passion  Choeale 


GENERAL. 

7.6.  D. 


Geeman. 


O  Lamb  of  God  !  still  keep  me 

Near  to  Thy  wounded  side  ; 
'Tis  only  then  in  safety 

And  peace  I  can  abide. 
What  foes  and  snares  surround  me  ! 

What  doubts  and  fears  within  ! 
The  grace  that  sought  and  found  me 

Alone  can  keep  me  clean. 

'Tis  only  in  Thee  hiding, 

I  feel  my  life  secure, — 
Only  in  Thee  abiding, 

The  conflict  can  endure  : 


' 


Thine  arm  the  vict'ry  gaineth 

O'er  every  hateful  foe  ; 
Thy  love  my  heart  sustaineth 

In  all  its  cares  and  woe. 

Soon  shall  my  eyes  behold  Thee 

With  rapture,  face  to  face  ; 
One  half  hath  not  been  told  me 

Of  all  Thy  power  and  grace  : 
Thy  beauty,  Lord,  and  glory, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love, 
Shall  be  the  endless  story 

Of  all  Thy  saints  above. 

549 


Bedfoud. 


GENERAL. 

CM. 


W.  Wheale. 


^^ O ,<=3-C^-_-,'==/ -'■ 


=1: 


O  Help  us,  Lord ;  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succour  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 

Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

O  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold,  and  dead, 

O  help  us.  Lord,  the  more. 

O  help  us  through  the  prayer  of  faith 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 

The  more  shall  he  receive. 

O  help  us,  Jesus,  from  on  high 
We  know  no  help  but  Thee  ; 

O  help  us  so  to  live  and  die 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be.     Amen. 


650 


530. 


Cbedo. 


GENERAL. 

8's  6  lilies. 

■^ 1- 


J.  Stainee,  M.  a.,  Mus.  Doo 


a  little  slower. 


I      I        I      II.       A-me 


A-men. 


S    I     I        I      I      I      I  ,      I  I  !      I     ^    ]-' 


p_^^gEi^5a 


t=t: 


122: 


We  saw  Thee  not  when  Thou  didst  tread, 

O  Saviour,  this  our  sinful  earth. 

Nor  heard  Thy  voice  restore  the  dead, 

And  wake  them  to  a  second  birth; 

But  we  believe  that  Thou  didst  come. 

And  leave  for  us  Thy  glorious  home. 

We  saw  Thee  not  upon  the  wave, 
When  Thou  the  stormy  sea  didst  bind, 
Nor  saw  the  health  Thy  blessing  gave 
To  lame  and  sick,  to  deaf  and  blind ; 
But  we  believe  the  Fount  of  light 
Could  give  the  darken'd  eyeball  sight. 

We  were  not  with  the  faithful  few 
Who  stood  Thy  bitter  Cross  around. 
Nor  heard  Thy  prayer  for  those  that  slew, 


Nor  felt  the  earthquake  rock  the  ground  ; 
We  saw  no  spear-wound  pierce  Thy  side  ; 
Yet  we  believe  that  Thou  hast  died. 

We  did  not  see  those  faithful  few. 

When  Thou  didst  through  the  clouds  ascend, 

First  lift  to  heaven  their  wondering  view, 

Then  to  the  earth  all  prostrate  bend ; 

But  we  believe  that  mortal  eyes 

Beheld  that  journey  to  the  skies. 

And  now  that  Thou  dost  reign  on  high, 

And  still,  our  longing  sight  to  bless. 

No  ray  of  glory  from  the  sky 

Shines  down  upon  our  wilderness  : 

Yet  we  believe  that  Thou  art  there. 

And  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  praise  and  prayer. 

Amen, 


551 


GENERAL. 

10.110.4.10.10, 


Rev.  J.  B.  DTEE8. 


i^iipSSii 


m — « — a-^»-:r-- — m—^-^^-m-^^ — S *-< 

I       I       !       I       1^     I       I  II  ^« —         .til 

111/  A'l 


^  .J.  J-  J, 


iSE^^ 


^ 


?Ett 


I         I 
I 


:?2: 


:P2= 


-^L-^g: 


H 1 \ 


Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom, 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 
Keep  Thou  my  feet  ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scens  ;  one  step  enough  for  me- 

I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  pray'd  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on, 

Cu2 


I  loved  the  garish  day  ;  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will  :  remember  not  past  years. 

So  long  Thy  power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone. 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  f.-ices  smile, 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 

Amen. 


GENERAL, 


tfHtV)    BUTTEBBY. 


1.1.1.1. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  Doc. 


S^.z—--=t 


1 


^=P=S=H=^= 


t^zg: 


Shadow  of  a  mighty  rock, 

Stretching  o'er  a  weary  land, 
Hide  me  from  the  tempest's  shock, 

Let  me  in  thy  shelter  stand  ! 

When  Thy  presence,  O  my  God, 

Brighter  is  than  eye  can  see. 
Shadow  on  the  heavenward  road. 

Let  me  find  my  shade  in  Thee. 

When  life's  passions  o'er  me  break, 
Like  a  storm  against  the  wall. 

Let  me  find,  for  mercy's  sake. 
Shelter  where  Thy  shadows  fall. 

Out  of  Thee  are  shades  of  death, 
Weary  ways,  and  hours  unblest ; 

Shadow  of  the  Rock,  beneath 
Thee  alone  are  joy  and  rest. 

Till  the  race  of  life  be  run. 

Till  my  soul  in  rest  be  laid, 
Source  of  light,  be  Thou  my  Sun; 

Rock  of  Ages,  Thou  my  shade  !    Amen. 


553 


533. 


GENERAL. 


WlXDSOB. 


CM. 


'^^       pp      p*    ^    p    p      ^    I     "^i^       P^     I       I       I       I       ■ 
I         I  I       i       I  I 

III  I  ^~vl  I  I 

2z=±izi&=[i=^=:t:-Eb."^=^=^ti=[:=t=^ 


There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  part 

With  all  I  hold  most  dear; 
And  life,  with  its  best  hopes,  will  then 

As  nothingness  appear. 

There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  lie 

Low  on  affliction's  bed, 
And  anguish,  pain,  and  tears  become 

My  bitter  daily  bread. 

There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  sink 

Beneath  the  stroke  of  death, 
And  yield  to  Him,  who  gave  it  first, 

My  struggling  vital  breath. 

There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  stand 

Before  the  judgment  seat, 
And  all  my  sins,  and  all  my  foes, 

In  awful  vision  meet. 

There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  look 

On  one  eternity, 
And  nameless  woe,  or  blissful  life, 

My  endless  portion  be. 

O  Saviour,  then,  in  all  my  need, 

Be  near,  be  near  to  me  ; 
And  let  my  soul,  in  steadfast  faith, 

Find  life  and  Heaven  in  Thee.    Amen. 


t5i 


GENERAL. 

S.M. 


HOPKIKS. 


^     -S*--<»-   P'     P*" 


A-men. 


"My  son,give  me  thine  heart!  " 
Lord  what  have  I  to  give  ? 

A  marlDle  off'ring,  cold  as  snow, 
And  dead  while  it  should  Hve. 

Once  knit  to  Thee  in  love, 

Alas  !  I- went  astray  ; 
I  wander'd  on,  I  sadly  fell, 

Arid  sunk  in  gloom  I  lay. 

To  meet  Thy  gracious  call, 
Good  Lord,!  am  not  free; 

Ensnared,  and  held  in  Satan's  grasp, 
How  can  I  turn  to  Thee  ? 


Yet  o'er  the  waste  of  sin 
Still  comes  that  tender  cry; 

Oh  !  how  I  pine  for  blest  release  ! 
Lord,  help  me,  or  I  die  ! 

"  My  son,  give  me  tl  ine  heart !  " 
Sweet  hope  attend  the  sound ! 

O  marble  soften,  melt  thou  snow ' 
Life,  stir  the  barren  ground  ! 

"  Son,  son.  give  me  thine  heart ;  " 
"  Thy   heart  of  right  is  mine  ;  " 
Lord  touch  it  with  a  living  coal. 
It  then  shall  all  be  Thine  !     Amen. 


535. 


Dies  Ir^. 


GENERAL. 

8.8.8. 


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Day  of  anger,  day  of  wonder, 
When  the  world  shall  roll  asunder 
Quench' d  in  fire  and  smoke  and  thunder, 

O  vast  terror  ;  wild  heart-rending, 
Of  that  hour  when  earth  is  ending, 
And  her  jealous  Judge  descending  ; 

When  the  trumpet's  voice  astoundeth, 
Through  earth's  sepulchres  reboundeth, 
Summons  universal  soundeth. 

Death  astonied,  nature  shaken, 
Sees  all  creatures,  as  they  waken, 
To  that  dire  tribunal  taken. 

Lo  !  the  book,  where  all  is  hoarded, 
Not  a  secret  unrecorded  ; 
Every  doom  is  thence  awarded. 

So  the  Judge  when  He  arraigneth, 
Every  hidden  thing  explameth  : 
Nothing  unavenged  remaineth. 

In  that  fiery  revelation 

Where  shall  I  make  supplication, 

When  the  just  hath  scarce  salvation  ? 

Fount  of  love,  dread  King  supernal, 

Freely  given  life  eternal. 

Save  me  from  the  pains  infernal. 

This  forget  not,  sweet  Life-giver, 

Me  Thou  earnest  to  deliver: 

Cast  me  not  away  forever.      Amen. 


5&0 


536. 


Dies  Ie^. 


GENERAL. 

8.8.8.  Bev.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


Seeking  me  Thy  sad  life  lasted, 

On  the  cross  death's  pains  were  tasted ; 

Let  not  toil  like  this  be  wasted. 

God  of  righteous  retribution, 
Grant  my  sins  full  absolution 
Ere  Thy  wrath's  last  execution. 

Lo  !  I  stand  with  face  suffused, 
Groaning  in  my  guilt  accused  ; 
Spare  my  soul,  with  sorrow  bruised. 

By  the  Magdalene  forgiven. 

By  the  dying  robber  shriven, 

I,  too,  cherish  hope  of  heaven. 

Though  my  prayers  are  full  of  failing, 

Save  me,  of  Thy  grace  availing. 

From  the  pit  of  endless  wailing. 

On  Thy  right  a  place  provide  me, 

"With  Thy  chosen  sheep  beside  me: 

From  the  goats,  good  Lord,  divide  me. 

When  to  penal  fires  are  driven 

Those  who  would  not  be  forgiven. 

Call  me  with  Thy  saints  to  heaven. 

Kneeling,  crush'd  in  heart,  before  Thee, 

Sad  and  suppliant  I  adore  Thee  : 

Hear  me,  save  me,  I  implore  Thee  !     Amen. 


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557 


GENERAL. 


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I  NEED  Thee,  precious  Jesus,' 

For  I  am  full  of  sin  ; 
My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty, 

My  heart  is  dead  within. 
I  need  the  cleansing  fountain 

Where  I  can  always  flee; 
The  Blood  of  Christ  most  precious, 

The  sinner's  perfect  pica. 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

For  I  am  very  poor ; 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store; 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus, 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 

To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 


I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

I  need  a  friend  like  Thee, 
A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me. 
1  need  the  heart  of  Jesus, 

To  foci  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trouble, 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

And  hope  to  see  Thee  soon. 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow. 

And  seatcil  on  Thy  throne: 
There,  with  Thy  blood-bought  children, 

My  joy  shall  ever  be, 
To  sing  Thy  praises,  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord  on  Thee.     Amen. 


538. 


HORBUET. 


GENERAL. 

6.4.6.4.6.6.4. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


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Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

Though  like  the  wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  comes  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone  ; 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

There  let  the  way  appear 
Steps  unto  Heaven  ; 

All  that  Thou  send'st  to  me 
In  mercy  given ; 


Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  Thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Bethel  I'll  raise; 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Or  if  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upwards  I  fly. 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 


559 


GENERAL. 


539. 


HOSAITNA. 


8.8.8.7. 


J.  "W.  Elliott. 


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I        ! 


A  -  men. 


■1^31 


HoSANNA  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  the  Incarnate  Word, 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven  hosanna  sing, 

Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

O  Saviour,  with  protecting  care 
Abide  in  this  Thy  house  of  prayer, 
Where  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  Name. 

Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

But  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast 
Bid  Thine  Eternal  Spirit  rest ; 
And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure  and  worthy  Thee. 

Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth  and  ail  in  iieaven. 

Hosanna  in  the  highest !     Amen. 


660 


OtgVi  Fiat  Ltjx. 
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GENERAL. 


6.6.4.6.O.G.4. 


Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


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Jesus,  Thy  name  I  love, 
All  other  names  above, 

Jesus  my  Lord ! 
Oh  !  Thou  art  all  to  me, 

Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  Thee, 

Jesus  my  Lord  ! 
Thou,  blessed  Son  of  God, 
Hast  bought  me  with  Thy  blood, 

Jesus  my  Lord  ! 
Oh  !  how  great  is  Thy  love. 
All  other  loves  above, 
Love  that  I  daily  prove, 

Jesus  my  Lord! 


"When  unto  Thee  I  flee. 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 

Jesus  my  Lord ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear, 
What  earthly  grief  or  care, 
Since  Thou  art  ever  near? 

Jesus  my  Lord  ! 

Soon  Thou  wilt  come  again  ; — 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus  my  Lord  ! 
Then  Thine  own  face  I'll  see, 
Then  I  shall  like  Thee  be. 
Then  evermore  with  Thee, 

Jesus  my  Lord  !     Amen. 
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Brightly  gleams  our  b.-inner 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onward 

To  their  liome  on  hi>;h. 
Journeying  o'er  the  desert, 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
And  with  hearts  united 
Take  our  heavenward  way. 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
\V  'ving  wanderers  onward 
To  iheir  home  on  high. 
Jesu,    Lord,  and  Master, 

At  thy  ?;arred  Feet, 
Here  with  hearts  rejoicing 

662 


See  Thy  children  meet  : 
Often  have  we  left  Thee, 

Often  gone  astray, 
Keep  u^;,  mighty  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way. 

Brightly  gleams,  etc. 
All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go, 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe  ; 
Bid  Thine  angels  shield  us 

When  the  storm-clouds  lour 
Pardon  Thou  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour. 

Brightly  gleams,  etc. 


riinn  with  saints  and  angels 

Mnv  we  join  above, 
OiTjiing  prayers  and  praises 

At  Thy  throne  of  love  ; 
Wri(-n  the  toil  is  over, 

Then  comes  rest  and  peace, 
Jesus  in  His  beauty, 
Songs  that  never  cease. 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onward 
To  their  home  on  high. 


542. 


Hanoveb. 


GENERAL. 


P.M. 


De.  Cboft. 


O  Ruler  Supreme, 
And  Judge  of  the  earth, 
Thou  choosest  for  thine 
The  weak  and  the  poor ; 

To  frail  earthen  vessels 
And  things  of  no  worth 

Entrusting  Thy  riches 
Which  aye  shall  endure. 


Those  vessels  soon  fail, 
Though  full  of  Thy  light. 
And  at  Thy  decree 
Are  broken  and  gone  ; 

Thence  brightly  appeareth 
Thy  truth  in  its  might, 

As  through  the  clouds  riven 
The  lightnings  have  shone. 


Like  clouds  are  they  borne 
To  do  Thy  great  will, 
And  svidft  as  the  winds 
About  the  world  go; 

The  fire  of  Thy  presence 
Their  spirits  doth  fill, 

They  thunder,  they  lighten, 
The  waters  o'erflow. 


Their  sound  goeth  forth, 
"Christ  Jesus  is  Lord!  " 
Then  Satan  doth  fear, 
His  citadels  fall; 

As  when  the  dread  trumpets 
Went  forth  at  Thy  word, 

And  one  long  blast  shatter'd 
The  Canaanite's  wall. 


Oh,  loud  be  their  trump, 
And  stirring  their  sound, 
To  rouse  us,  O  Lord, 
From  slumber  to  sin ! 

The  lights  Thou  hast  kindled 
In  darkness  around, 

Oh,  may  they  illumine 
Our  spirits  within ! 


All  glory  to  Thee, 

Who,  hid  from  our  sight. 

Yet  fillest  with  love, 

The  vast  Infinite ! 
And  -for  us  reveal'd 

As  One  and  yet  Three, 
Dost  call  us  from  darkness 

Thy  glory  to  see  1    Amen. 


G63 


543. 


Reqihem. 


GENERAL. 


7's  6  lines. 


SCHtTLTES. 


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Lord,  Thy  children  guide  and  keep, 
As  with  feeble  steps  they  press 

On  the  pathway  rough  and  steep 
Through  this  weary  wilderness. 

Holy  Jesus,  day  by  day 
Lead  us  in  the  narrow  way. 

There  are  stony  ways  to  thread ; — 
Give  the  strength  we  sorely  lack ; 

There  are  tangled  paths  to  thread  ;— 
Light  us,  lest  we  miss  the  track. 

Holy  Je.^us,  etc. 

There  are  sandy  wastes  that  lie 

Cold  and  sunless,  vast  and  drear, 
564 


Where  the  feeble  faint  and  die  ;— 

Grant  us  grace  to  persevere. 
Holy  Jesus,  etc. 

There  are  soft  and  flowery  glades 
Deck'd  with  golden-fruited  trees. 

Sunny  slopes,  and  scented  shades  ;— 
Keep  us.  Lord,  from  slothful  ease. 

Holy  Jesus,  etc. 

Upward  still  to  purer  heights, 
Onward  lead  to  scenes  more  blest, 

Calmer  regions,  clearer  lights. 
Till  we  reach  the  promised  rest. 

Holy  Jesus,  etc. 


544. 


GENERAL. 


KOCKEK. 


German. 


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O  HAPPY  band  of  pilgrims, 

If  onward  ye  will  tread 
With  Jesus  as  your  Fellow 

To  Jesus  as  your  Head. 

O  happy  if  ye  labour 

As  Jesus  did  for  men  ; 
O  happy  if  ye  hunger 

As  Jesus  hunger'd  then. 

The  Cross  that  Jesus  carried 

He  carried  as  your  due  ; 
The  Crown  that  Jesus  weareth 

He  weareth  it  for  you. 

The  faith  by  which  ye  see  Him, 
The  hope  in  which  ye  yearn, 

The  love  that  through  all  troubles 
To  Him  alone  will  turn. 

The  trials  that  beset  you. 

The  sorrows  ye  endure, 
The  manifold  temptations 

That  death  alone  can  cure. 

What  are  they  but  His  jewels 

Of  right  celestial  worth  ? 
What  are  they  but  the  ladder 

Set  up  to  heaven  on  earth  ? 

O  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 
Look  upward  to  the  skies 

Where  such  a  light  affliction 

Shall  win  so  great  a  prize.     Amen. 


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565 


545. 


St.  Flavian. 


GENERAL. 

CM. 


Old  Tttxe. 


=:SzbS=22-^=Sil:^i=g-aitSibg-^=:^z:a±QiBzs 


A-men. 


^:n:^r==z^z:=^=c±i:gic 


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There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read, 
Which  heavenly  trutli  imparts, 

And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 
Pure  eyes  and  Christian  hearts. 

The  works  of  God,  above,  below, 

Within  us  and  around. 
Are  pages  in  that  book  to  show 

How  God  Himself  is  found. 


The  glorious  sky,  embracing  all, 

Is  like  the  Maker's  love. 
Wherewith  encompassed,  great  and  small 

In  peace  and  order  move. 

The  moon  above,  the  church  below, 

A  wondrous  race  they  run  ; 
But  all  their  radiance,  all  their  glow, 

Each  borrows  of  its  Sun. 


The  Saviour  lends  the  light  and  heat 

That  crown  His  holy  hill  ; 
The  saints,  like  stars,  around  His  seat 

Perform  their  courses  still. 

Thou,  Who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  see 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair. 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  Thee, 

And  read  Thee  everywhere.     Amen. 


6CG 


546. 


Day  of  Praise. 


GENERAL. 

S.M. 


C.  Steggall,  Mus.  Doc. 


5-     W      -S-  •  -(0-      -%-    -m-     ^      I  1 


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Rejoice,  ye  pure  in  heart, 

Rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  sing  ! 

Your  glorious  banner  wave  on  high, 
The  Cross  of  Christ  your  King  ! 

Yes  !  onward,  onward  still, 

With  hymn  and  chant  and  song. 

Through  gate,  and  porch,  and  column'd 
aisle, 
The  hallow'd  pathways  throng  ! 

With  all  the  angel-choirs, 
,  With  all  the  saints  of  earth. 
Pour  out  the  strains  of  joy  and  bliss, 
True  rapture,  noblest  mirth ! 

Your  clear  hosannas  rise, 

And  alleluias  loud ! 
Whilst  answering  echoes  upward  float 

Like  wreaths  of  incense-cloud  1 


With  voices  full  and  strong. 

As  ocean's  surging  praise. 
Lead  forth  the  hymns  our  fathers  loved, 

The  psalms  of  ancient  days  ! 

Yes  !  on  through  life's  long  path  ; 

Still  chanting  as  ye  go  ! 
P  roil  youth  to  age,  by  night  and  day, 

In  gladness  and  in  woe. 

At  last  the  march  shall  end, 
The  wearied  ones  shall  rest ; 

The  pilgrims  find  their  father's  house, 
Jerusalem  the  blest. 

Then  on  !  ye  pure  in  heart ! 

Rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  sing ! 
Your  glorious  banner  wave  on  high, 

The  Cross  of  Christ  your  King ! 


567 


547. 


GENERAL. 


Redhead. 


7.7.7.7. 


Kedhead. 


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I       I      I       I 


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Soldiers,  who  are  Christ's  below, 
Strong  in  faith  resist  the  foe: 
Boundless  is  the  pledged  reward 
Unto  them  who  serve  the  Lord. 

'Tis  no  palm  of  fading  leaves 
That  the  conqueror's  hand  receives  ; 
Joys  are  his  serene  and  pure, 
Light  that  ever  shall  endure. 

For  the  souls  that  overcome 
Wait   the  beauteous  heavenly  Home, 
Where  the  Blessed  evermore 
Tread,  on  high,  the  starry  floor. 

Passing  soon  and  little  worth 
Are  the  things  that  tempt  on  earth, 
Heavenward  lift  thy  soul's  regard  ; 
God  Himself  is  thy  Reward. 

Father,  Who  the  crown  dost  give. 
Saviour,  by  Whose  death  we  live, 
Spirit,  Who  our  hearts  dost  raise, 
Three  in  One  Thy  Name  we  praise. 


668 


GENERAL. 


548. 


St.  James. 


CM. 


E.  COUETEVILLE. 


I        I  I 

Thou  art  the  Way,  to  Thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 

And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 


Thou  art  the  Truth,  Thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 

And  purify  the  heart. 

Thou  art  the  Life,  the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm, 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  : 
Grant  us  that  way  to  know. 

That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow.     Amen. 


569 


GENERAL. 


04ctl>  Oriel. 


8.7.8.7.8.7. 


Axon. 


1       r-x     I    I 


570 


To  the  Name  of  our  Salvation 
Laud  and  honor  let  us  pay  ; 

Which  for  many  a  generation 
Hid  in  God's  foreknowledge  lay, 

But  with  holy  exultation 
We  may  sing  aloud  to-day. 

Jesus  is  the  Name  we  treasure  : 
Name  beyond  what  words  can  tell, 

Name  of  gladness,  Name  of  pleasure, 
Ear  and  heart  delighting  well  ; 

Name  of  sweetness  passing  measure 
Saving  us  from  sin  and  hell. 

'Tis  the  Name  for  adoration, 
Name  for  songs  of  victory, 

Name  for  holy  meditation, 
In  this  vale  of  misery, 

Name  for  joyful  veneration 
By  tlie  citizens  on  high. 

'Tis  the  Name  that  whoso  preacheth 
Speaks  like  music  to  the  ear; 

Who  in  prayer  this  Name  l:)escecheth 
Sweetest  comfort  findeth  near  ; 

Who  its  perfect  wisdom  reacheth 
Heavenly  joy  possesseth  here. 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


HVMN. 


No. 


A  few  more  years  shall  rol! 34 

Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide 307 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word 200 

All  creation  groans  and  travails 453 

All  glory,  laud,  and  honour 70 

All  hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 263 

All  is  o'er,  the  pain,  the  sorrow 90 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 387 

All  ye  who  seek  for  sure  relief 342 

Alleluia!  sing  to  Jesus 402 

Alleluia,  song  of  sweetness 50 

Almighty  God !  Thy  word  is  cast 328 

Almighty  Lord,  before  Thy  throne 295 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory 27 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 366 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 257 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 468 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 439 

As,  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 435 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old -    48 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !   blessed  sleep 235 

At  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set 3  ig 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 396 

Awake,  my  soul  and  with  the  sun 298 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 441 

Awake,  ye  saints,  awake 134 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 397 

Before  the  Lord  we  bow 286 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God 77 

Beneath  Thy  cross  I  lay  me  down 343 

Be  still,  ray  heart !   these  anxious  cares 43 1 

Bishop  of  the  souls  of  men 166 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 526 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 448 

Blest  day  of  God !   most  calm,  most  bright 144 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 350 

Bow  down  thine  ear.  Almighty  Lord 149 

Bread  of  heaven  !   on  Thee  we  feed 210 

Breast  the  wave.  Christian 443 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 503 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 43 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 541 

By  Christ  redeemed,  in  Christ  restored 206 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm 418 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King 436 

Christ  is  our  corner  stone 247 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day loi 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 300 

Christ  will  gather  in  His  own 231 

Christian,  seek  not  yet  repose 440 

Christians,  awake  !   salute  the  happy  morn iS 

Cling  to  the  Crucified 275 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 122 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  descend  from  high 214 

Com?,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire.. 113 

Come,  Holy  Spirit  come 114 

Coma,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 115 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 392 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not 10 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 373 

Come,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown 478 

Come  see  the  pi  ace  where  Jesus  lay ; 99 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King  3g4 

Come  unto  Me,  ye  weary 34g 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 276 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 288 


Author. 

Horatius  Bonar. 

Lyte. 

Montgomery. 

J.  M.  Neale. 

Hymnal,  Noted 

Edward  Perrenet. 

John  Moultrie. 

John  Hopkins. 

E.  Caswall. 

W.  Chatterton  Dix. 

Hymnal,  Noted. 

John  Cawood. 
Amer.  Hymnal. 

J.  Montgomery. 
John  Newton. 
Shrubsole. 
J.  M.  Neale. 
42nd  Psalm. 
Newton. 
W.  C.  Dix. 
Coll.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 
H.  Swells. 
Hammond. 
Bishop  Kerr. 
Doddridge. 
Cotterill. 
Watts. 
Anon. 
M.  Bridges. 
Lyra  Anglicana, 
Anon. 

Gerard  Moultrie. 
Keble. 

John  Fawcett. 
Mason. 
C.  Wesley. 
Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 
Condes. 

Joseph  Stammers. 
Bernard  de  Morlaix. 
Heber. 
J.  F.  Pottis. 
George  Rawson. 
Bonar. 
Camick. 
K.'  Chandler. 
C.  Wesley. 
C.  Wesley. 
Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 
Charlotte  Elliott. 
Byron. 
Anon. 

Simon  Brown. 
Beck. 
Cosin. 
Hart. 
Watts. 
Watts. 
Bonar. 
Newton. 
C.  Wesley. 
Times  Montgomery, 
j.  C.  Ryle. 
W.  Chatterton  Dix. 
Hart. 
Alford. 


671 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


Hymn.  No. 

Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord 391 

Conquering  kings  their  titles  take    344 

Crown  Him  with  many  crowns 108 

Day  of  anger,  day  of  wonder . .  535 

Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 29 

Deep  down  beneath  the  unresting  surge 240 

Deign  this  union  to  approve 228 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord 457 

Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust 234 

Earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers 409 

Easter  day  is  here,  and  we 103 

Ere  another  Sabbath's  close 135 

Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save 243 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home 527 

Father,  blessing  every  seed-time 157 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 430 

Father  of  Heaven,  whose  love  profound 333 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  Thine  ear 153 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love 290 

Father  of  mercies !   in  Thy  word 327 

Father  !  that  i  n  the  olive  shade 47 j 

Father,  we  humbly  pray 653 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 371 

Fear  not,  thou  daughter  of   Zion 6 

Fierce  raged  the  tempest  o'er  the  deep 64 

Fierce  was  the  wild  billow 242 

For  all  the   saints,  who  from  their  labours  rest 181 

F"or  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord 194 

For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be 345 

For  ever  with  the  Lord 504 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country 508 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace 31 

Forth  in  Thy  name,  O   Lord,  I  go 303 

Forty  days  and  forty  nights 61 

Fountain  of  good,  to  own  Thy  love 2S1 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 461 

From  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare,  for  all  Thy  saints  at  rest. . .  168 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 372 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 256 

From  highest  heaven  the  Eternal  Son  ... 341 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 467 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 1S7 

Glory  be  to  God  tlie  Father 403 

Glory  be  to  Jesus 81 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night  306 

Glory  to  Thee,  O  Lord 163 

Glory  to  Thee,  who  safe  hast  kept 299 

Go  forward,  Christian  soldier 223 

Go,  labour  on  :  spend,  and  be  spent 151 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 80 

God  bless  our  native  land  452 

God,  Creator  and  Preserver 296 

God  doth  not  leave  H  is  own 466 

God  from  on  high  hath  heard 28 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 470 

God,  my  Father,  hear  me  pray 67 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace 188 

God  of  my  salvation,  hear 54 

God  of  our  life,  to  Thee  we  call 52 

God  of  iiity,  God  of  grace 66 

God  of  that  glorious  gift  of  grace 213 

God  save  our  gracious  Queen 451 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  he.aven 320 

Gracious  .Spirit,  Dove  divine 120 

Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ciliost 118 

Great  God,  this  sacred  day  of  Thine 136 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear 502 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 261 

Great  King  of  kings,  why  dost  Thou  stay 5 

672 


Author. 

Watts. 

Hymns  A.  &  M. 

M.  Bridges. 

Newton. 

Caswall. 

Bonar. 

Amer.  Hymnal. 

Hart. 

John  H.  Gumey. 

Coll.  Hymns  of  Ages* 

Gerard  Moultrie. 

Anon.  1833. 

Whiting. 

Lyte. 

Judith  Madan, 

A.  S.  Waring. 

J.  Cooper. 

Beddome. 

Rev.  Dr.  T.  RafHes. 

Steele. 

Mary  Howitt. 

Bishop  Wordsworth. 

Steele. 

Bonar. 

Godfrey  Thring. 

J.  M.  Neale. 

How. 

Mant. 

C.  Wesley. 

Montgomery. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix. 

Downton. 

C.  Wesley. 

Smyttan. 

Doddridge. 

Watts. 

Nelson. 

.Stowell. 

Heber. 

Breviary. 

Gerhard. 

John  Newton. 

Bonar. 

E.  Caswall. 

Bishop  Ken. 

Toke. 

A.  and  M. 

Lawrence  Tuttiett. 

Bonar. 

James  Montgomery. 

J.  S.  Dwight. 

J.  Ellerton. 

Hvnins  of  the  Ages. 

J.'R.  Woodford. 

William  Cowper. 

James  Holme. 

H.  F.   Lyte. 

C.  Wesley. 

Cooper. 

Eliza  F.  Morris. 

Monsell. 

Anon. 

Heber  &  Whateley. 

John  Stoker. 

Bishop  Wordsworth. 

Coll.  by  Rev.  Dr.  Bancroft. 

Barthw.  KingwaWt. 

Watts. 

Bonar. 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


Hymn.  No. 

Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear 249 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah ". . . .  522 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 105 

Hail,  thou  once  despisW  Jesus 71 

Hail !  Thou  vanquisher  of  night 405 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  annointed 42 

Hark !  a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding. 15 

Hark!  hark,  my  soul !    angelic  songs  are  swelling 507 

Hark !  hark !   the  voice  of  ceaseless  praise 199 

Hark!  my  soul !   it  is  the  Lord 411 

Hark !  ten  thousand  hai-ps  and  voices 106 

Hark !   the  glad  sound !   the  Saviour  comes 3 

Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing 23 

Hark !  the  song  of  jubilee 44 

Hark !  the  sound  of  holy  voices 506 

Hark!  vi'hat  mean  those  holy  voices 26 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise 271 

Haste,  traveller,  haste  !   the  night  comes  on 267 

Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep 367 

Have  mercy.  Lord,  on  me 57 

Have  mercy  on  us^  God  Most  High 133 

He  is  coming,  He  is  coming 16 

Head  of  the  Church  triumphant 160 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  declares 230 

Heavenly  Father,  send  Thy  Blessing 495 

Heirs  of  unending  life 444 

High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes 19 

High  on  the  bending  willows  hung 264 

Holy  Bible,  Book  divine 330 

Holy  Father,  great  Creator 128 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 121 

Holy,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  of  Hosts 126 

Holy,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  Almighty 125 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord 539 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 154 

How  bright  those  glorious  spirits  shine.. . .    197 

How  long,  O  Lord,  our  Saviour 8 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 449 

How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day 233 

How  sweet  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds 332 

How  welcome  was  the  call 227 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 469 

I  know  her  walls  are  jasper 515 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 338 

I  look  to  Jesus,  when  my  zeal 359 

I  love  my  God,  but  with  no  love  of  mine 406 

I  love  Thy  kingdom.  Lord 185 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus 537 

I  see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall 83 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old 488 

I  thought  upon  my  sins,  and  I  was  sad 483 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 274 

I  would  not  live  ahvay  :   I  ask  not  to  stay 92 

In  heavenly  love  abiding 408 

In  His  temple  now  behold  Him 165 

In  stature  grows  the  Heavenly  Child 47 

In  the  hour  of  trial 463 

In  the  still  silence  of  the  voiceless  night 480 

In  token  that  thou  shalt  not  fear 211 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear 20 

It  is  the  Lord  :  behold  His  hand 293 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 513 

Jerusalem  on  high 505 

Jerusalem,  the  golden 512 

J  isus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 217 

Jesus  calls  us  o'er  the  tumult 158 

Jesus,  cast  a  look  on  me 416 

iesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day,  hallelujah ! 93 

esus,  I  love  Thee  ;  Thou  dost  know 523 


K. 


Author. 

Newton. 
Williams. 
Charles  Wesley. 
John  Bakewell. 
Maurice  S.  Baldwin, 
Jas.  Montgomery. 

E.  Caswall. 

F.  W.  Faber. 
Hymns  of  the  Ages. 
Cowper. 

Thomas  Kelly. 

P.  Doddridge. 

C.  Wesley. 

Montgomery. 

Bishop  Wordsworth. 

John  Cawood. 

Amer.  Hymnal. 

Wm.  Benj.  Collyer. 

Coll.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 

Amer.  Hymnal. 

F.  W.  Faber. 

C.  F.  Alexander. 

C.  Wesley. 

Watts. 

Chris.  Wordsworth. 

Amer.  Hymnal. 

Coll.  by  S.  P.  C. 

Amer.  Hymnal. 

Burton. 

Bishop  Griswold. 

Andrew  Reed. 

James  Montgomery. 

Bishop  Heber. 

Bishop  Heber. 

Isaac  Watts. 

Cameron. 

Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Swain. 

Bathurst. 

John  Newton. 

Hymns  A.  &  M. 

Bonar. 

H.  L.  Parmalee. 

Bonar. 

Anon. 

Madame  Guyon. 

Dwight. 

Whitfield. 

Bonar. 

Luke. 

Bonar. 

Bonar. 

Muhlenberg. 

Sabbath  Hymn  Book 

F'm  Angelus  Silesius. 

J.  Chandler. 

James  Montgomery. 

Coll.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 

Dean  Alford. 

Sears. 

James  Montgomery. 

H.  S.  Irons. 

Samuel  Grossman. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix. 

Gregg. 

Toke. 

Berridge. 

Anon. 

CoU.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 


573 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


HvMN.  No.           Author. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 2 iS  H.  J.  Lyte. 

Jesus,  I  rest  in  Thee 421  Anon. 

Jesus  lives !  no  longer  now 94     Gallert. 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee 277  Anon. 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 357  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus,  meek  and  gentle 486  G.  Mundell  Rynne* 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 351  Cormick. 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all 412  H.  Collins- 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 471  Charlotte  Elliott. 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 424  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus!  name  of  wondrous  love 37  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Jesus,  our  hope,  our  heart's  desire in  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Jesus,  our  risen  King 100  Anon. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 253     Isaac  Watts. 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me 493  Duncan. 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 417  E.  Caswall. 

Jesus!  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 499  Zinzardorf  (Wesley). 

Jesus!   Thy  name  I  love 540  Coll.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 

Jesus,  to  Thy  table  led  205  Robert  Hall  Bayne. 

Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet 248  Cowper. 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 347  Watts. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move 489  John  Wesley. 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come     2  Isaac  Watts. 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 270  Charlotte  Elliott. 

Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace 269  Anon. 

King  of  saints,  to  whom  the  number 174  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Lamb  of  God,  I  look  to  Thee 491  Charles  Wesley. 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love. 68  Dr.  H.J.  Gauntlett 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom 531  J.  H.  Newman. 

Lead  us.  Heavenly  Father,  lead  us 525  Jas.  Edmeston. 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art 434  Charlotte  Elliott. 

Let  my  life  be  hid  with  Thee 521  A.  &  M. 

Let  saints  on  earth  in  concert  sing 183  C.  Wesley. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates 109  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Light's  abode,  celestial  Salem 511  Hymnal,  Noted. 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart 7  Sir  Edward  Denny. 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 11  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Lo,  from  the  desert  homes i-ji  J.Williams. 

Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending '       i  Charles  Wesley. 

Lo,  round  the  throne,  a  glorious  band 192  M.  S.  Duncan. 

Lo,  sea  and  land  their  gifts  outpour 175  R.  C.  Singleton. 

Long  did  I  toil,  and  knew  no  earthly  rest ,.  419  Coll.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 

Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee 432  John  H.  Gumey. 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing 459  Shirley. 

Lord,  for  ever  at  Thy  side 415  Amer.  Hymnal. 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost 1 16  James  Montgomery. 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee 284  C.  Winkworth. 

Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day 56  J.  Williams. 

Lord,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead 155  John  Keble. 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  our  care 519  Baxter. 

Lord  Jesus,  God  and  Man 49S  Hymns  A.  &  M. 

Lord  Jesus,  God  of  grace  and  love 207  James  Holme. 

Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 82  W.  W-  How. 

Lord  of  hosts !  to  Thee  we  raise 250  James  Montgomery. 

Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might ^  no  Heber. 

Lord  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care 374  Sarum  Hymnal. 

Lord  of  our  life,  and  God  of  our  salvation 190  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Lord  of  the  Church,  we  humbly  pray 150  Edward  Osier. 

Lord  of  the  harvest  !   once  agam 287  J.  H.  Gumey. 

Lord  of  the  living  harvest 148  Rev.  Dr.  Monsell. 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath  !   hear  our  vows 142  Walton. 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright 375  J.   Montgomery. 

Lord,  this  d.ay  Thy  children  meet 496  W.  W.  How. 

Lord,  Thy  children  guide  and  keep 543  Hvmnologia. 

Lord,  Thy  word  ahideth 325  Rev.  Sir  H.W.  Baker. 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne 62  j.  D.  Carlylo. 

Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee 414  American  Hymnal. 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 410  C.  Wesley. 

March,  march,  onward  soldiers  true 442  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

674 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


Hymn;  No. 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 460 

Meet  and  right  il  is  to  sing 127 

Mercy  triumphs,  Christ  is  born 24 

Morn's  roseate  hues  have  decked  the  sky g6 

Most  High  and  Holy  Trinity. 132 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee.      353 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day 220 

My  God  and  Father,  while  I  stray 429 

My  God,  and  is  Thy  table  spread 202 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 407 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 413 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 438 

My  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree 89 

My  son,  give  me  thine  heart 534 

My  times  are  in  Thy  hand 32 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 538 

Nevif  every  morning  is  the  love 301 

No,  not  for  these  alone  I  pray 208 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 74 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 321 

Now  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is  closing 314 

Now  in  parting.  Father,  bless  us 458 

Now  let  our  mourning  hearts   revive 237 

Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising 78 

Now  thank  we  all  our   God 377 

Now  that  the  daylight  fills  the  sky 304 

Now  the  day  is  over - ' 312 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone ...  305 

Now  to  Him,  who  loved  us,  gave  us 462 

O  come,  all  ye  faithful 22 

O  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile 87 

O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 399 

O  come,  O  come,  Emmanuel    13 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 137 

O  for  a  closer  wallc  with  God 477 

O  for  an  heart  to  praise  my  God 427 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing   386 

O  Fount  of  mercy,  God  of  love 292 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 365 

O  God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord 456 

O  God,  of  love,  O  King  of  peace 294 

O  God,  in  whose  all-searching  eye 222 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 517 

O  God,  whose  angel  stayed  his  hand 2S5 

O  happy  band  of  pilgrims 544 

O  help  us.  Lord ;  each  hour  of  need 529 

O  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love 209 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  God  of  peace 450 

O  Holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen ,52 

O  Jesus,  I  have  promised  , 225 

O  Jesus,  O  Redeemer i-, 

O  Jesus,  our  salvation -g 

O  Jesus,  Saviour  of  the  lost ,  .fi 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing cig 

O  Lamb  of  God!  still  keep  me 528 

O  let  him,  whose  sorrow .-2 

O  let  triumphant  faith  dispel ,5. 

O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown   , ". .  313 

O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 447 

O  Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea 282 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  whose  glory  fills 246 

O  Lord  of  life,  now  wounded 88 

O  Lord,  the  Holy  Innocents  162 

O  Love,  how  deep,  how  broad,  how  high 41 

O  Loving  Saviour,  who  art  touched 170 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 514 

O  Praise  ye  the  Lord \%, 

O  Ruler  Supreme ,,2 

O  Spirit  of  the  Living  God .'....  255 


Author. 

Newton. 

Anon. 

Anglican  Hymn  B'k. 

William  Cooke. 

Angelus,  1657. 

Ray  Palmer. 

Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Charlotte  Elliott. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

E.  Caswall. 
Watts. 
Rees. 

Coll.  Dr.  C.  Bancroft. 
T.  T.  N. 
Anon. 

Sarah  Adams. 
Keble. 

Emily  Taylor. 
Watts. 

Amer.  Hymnal. 
C-  Winkworth. 

Philip  Doddridge. 
J.  Chandler. 
C  Winkworth. 
Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 
Rev.  O.  Raymond. 
Coll.  Dr.  C.  Bancroft. 
S.  M.  Waring. 

F.  Oakeley, 
F.  W.  Faber. 
E.  H.  Plumptre. 
Anglican  Hymn  B'k. 
Bishop  Wordsworth. 
Cowper. 
C.  Wesley. 
C.  Wesley. 
Alice  Flowerdew. 
Doddridge. 
Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 
Rev.  Sir  H.  W.  Baker. 
Bishop  Wordsworth, 
Watts. 

Coll.  from  S.  P.  C.  K. 
J.  M.  Neale. 
Milman. 
Emily  Taylor. 
Arch.  SirG.  Prevost. 
Charlotte  Elliott. 
Rev.  J.  E.  Bode. 
Gerard  Moultrie. 
J.  Hamilton. 
E.  H.  Bickersteth. 
W.  W.  How. 
From  J.  C.  Ryle. 
Coll.fromS.  P.  C.  K. 
American  Hymnal. 
Henry  Kirke  White. 
Chandler. 

Bishop  Wordsworth. 
J.  M.  Neale. 
J.  W.  Alexander. 
American  Hymnal. 
A.  &M. 
T.  T.  M. 
Faber. 
149th  Psalm. 
Paris  Breviary. 
James  Montgomery. 


575 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


Hymn.  No.           Author. 

O  That  mv  load  of  sin  were  gone 26S  C.  Wesley. 

O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 58  J.  Harris. 

O  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend 60  Elliot. 

O  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 524  J.  Wesley,  fm  Ger'n. 

O  Thou  who  did'st  with  love  untold 159  Emma  Toke- 

O  Thou,  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear 476  Thomas  Moore. 

O  Thou,  who  makest  souls  to  shine 146  J.  M.  Neale. 

O  what,  if  we  are  Christ's 19S  Sir  Henry  Baker. 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found 474  Montgomery. 

O  why  should  Israel's  sons,  once  blessed 265  M.  Harrison. 

O  Word  of  God  Incarate 329  W .  W.  How. 

O'er  the  gioomy  hills  of  darkness 260  Dr.  H.J.  Gauntlett. 

Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe 446  Kirke  White. 

Oil,  eyes,  that  are  wearj' 356  Coll.  J.  C.  Ryle. 

Oh,  for  that  flame  of  living  fire 124  Coll.  Dr.  C.  Bancroft. 

Oh,  help  me  o'er  this  river 481  Bonar. 

Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above 378  io6th  Psalm. 

Oh,  that  the  Lord's  salvation 266  Lyte. 

Oh,  what  the  joy  and  the  glory  must  be 510  Hymns  A.  &  M. 

Oh,  worship  the  King  ail  glorious  above 395  Sir  Robert  Grant. 

On  each  return  of  holy  rest 143  James  Holme. 

On  Thee.  O  Jesus,  strongly  leaning 361  Bonar. 

On  the  waters  dark  and  dreary. 23 S  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K« 

One  is  the  family  of  love 182  Hymnologia. 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 36  Coll.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 

Onward  Christian  soldiers 191  T.  Baring  Gould. 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 117  Harriet  Auber. 

Out  of  the  deep  I  call.. 279  Coll.  of  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright 193  Montgomery. 

Peace,  troubled  sou! !  thou  needest  not  fear 420  Hymns  of  the  Ages. 

Peace  upon  peace,  like  wave  on  wave 422  Bonar. 

Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above 455  Lyte. 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 340  Isaac  Watts. 

Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high 145  Montgomery. 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven 393  H.  F.  Lyte. 

Praise,  O  praise  our  God  and  King 291  Baker. 

Praise  the  Lord,  His  glories  show 384  H-  F.  Lyte. 

Praise  the  Lord !  ye  heavens  adore  Him 401  Bishop  Mant. 

Praise  the  rock  of  our  salvation 189  Benjamin  Webb. 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 2S9  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

Praise  to  God  who  reigns  above 176  Amer.  Hymnal. 

Praise  we  the  Lord  this  day 167  Coll.  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 363  Montgomerj'. 

Press  forward  and  fear  not !  the  billows  may  roll 445  Coll.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart 423  John  Kewton. 

Rejoice,  rejoice  believers 12  Amer.  Hymnal. 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 398  C.  Wesley. 

Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord 376  Baker. 

Rejoice,  ye  pure  in  heart 546  E.  H .  Plumptre. 

Remember  thy  Creator  now 494  Pascit  Corros. 

Resting  from  His  work  tc-day 91  Thomas  Whytehead. 

Rest,  weary  soul 335  Anon. 

Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home 272  Thomas  Hastings. 

Ri  e  c  owii'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem  rise 49  Anon. 

Rise,  mv  soul !  and  stretch  thy  wing 437  Robert  Seagrave. 

Rock  of  Apes,  clef t  for  me 33 »  Toplady. 

Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 404  Bishop  Mant. 

Safe  home,  safe  home  in  port 278  J.  M.  Neale. 

Safely  through  another  week 3=4  Newton. 

Saints  of  Gdil,  whom  faith  united 178  J.  M.  Neale. 

Salvation!  oh,  the  joyful  sound 252  ■  Dr.  H.  S.  Gauntlett. 

SaviDur,  abide  with  us 322  Col!.  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Saviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise 316  J.  Ellerton. 

S.aviour,  blessed  Saviour 426  Godfrey  Thring. 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 317  Tames  Edmeston. 

Saviour,  I  lift  my  trembling  eves 337  M.  G.  T. 

Saviour,  source  of  every  b  essing 348  Amer.  HymnaL 

Saviour,  sprinkle  many  nations 25S  Arthur  C.  Coxe. 

Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee S3  Grant. 

676 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


Hymn.  No. 

Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 212 

Seeking  me  Thy  sad  life  lasted.  _. 536 

See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph 112 

See  the  Day-spring  from  afar 302 

See  the  destined  day  arise 73 

See  the  ransomed  millions  stand 9 

Shadow  of  a  mighty  rock 532 

Shall  we  galher  at  the  river. 497 

Shepherd  divine,   our  wants  relieve 370 

Shepherd  of  Israel,   from  above 484 

Shepherd  of  souls,   refresh  and   bless 203 

Shout  the  glad   tidings,    exultingly  sing 25 

Sing  Alleluia  forth  in  duteous  praise 3S1 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song 3S2 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die 273 

Sion's  daughter,  weep  no  more 72 

Soldiers  of  Christ,    arise 224 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise 251 

Soldiers,  who  are    Christ's  below 547 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 380 

Son  of  God  to  Thee  I  cry 51 

Souls  in  heathen  darkness  lying 254 

Sow  ye  beside  all  waters 152 

Spirit  divine,  attend  our  prayer 369 

Stand,  soldier  of  the  cross 216 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the   Lord 400 

Star  of  morn  and  even 358 

Star  of  peace !   to  wanderers  weary 244 

Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear 309 

Sweet  feast  of  love  divine 204 

Sweet  is  the  woi-k,  my  God,  my  King 13S 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 318 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 86 

Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Saviour  said 425 

Tender  .Sheplierd,  Thou  hast  stilled 236 

Th.at  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day 500 

The  ancient  law  departs 38 

Tile  ark  of  God  in  safety  rowed 239 

The  Church  has  waited  long 4 

The  Church's  one  foundation 1S6 

The  day  is  g;;ntly  sinking  to  a  close. 323 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 315 

The  Father  show  us,  gracious  Lord 169 

The  gentle  .Saviour  calls 215 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come 42S 

The  life  which  God's  Incarnate  Word 161 

"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  " gS 

The  Lord  of  might  from  Sinai's  brow 14 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 360 

Th3  people  thatin  darkness  sat 40 

Tlie  radiant  morn  hath  passed  av/ay 311 

The  royal  banner  is  unfurled - 79 

The  saints  of  God  !    their  conflict  passed  iSo 

The  Stviour  lives,  no  more  to  die 102 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 179 

The  Son  of  God  !   the  Lord  of  life 95 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word. 326 

Tlie  Spirit,  in  our  hearts 119 

The  strain  upraise,  of  joy  and  praise,  alleluia 389 

The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done 104 

The  sun  is  sinking  fast 310 

The  voice  that  breathed  o'er  Eden 226 

The  year  is  gone  beyond  recall 33 

There  is  a  blessed  home 516 

There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read 545 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 336 

There  is  a  green  hill  far  away 492 

There  is  a  happy  land 485 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 509 


Author. 

Wm.  A.  Muhlenberg. 
Hymnal  Companion. 
Bishop  Wordsworth. 
Wesley. 
Bishop  Mant. 
Josiah  Conder. 
T.  S.  B.  Monsell. 
Anon. 

Hymns  A.  &  M. 
Willam  H.  Bathurst. 
Amer.  Hymnal. 
Amer.  Hymnal. 
J,  Ellerton. 
J.  Monsell. 
John,  Wesley. 
Hymns  A.  &  M. 
C.  Wesley. 
William  W.  How. 
Hymns  A.  &  M. 
Jas.  Montgomery. 
Bishop  Mant. 
Amer.  Hymnal. 
Coll.  J.  C.  Ryle. 
Reed. 

Rev.  S.  West. 
Montgomery. 

E.  S.  Palgrave. 

J.  Leavitt's  S.  D.  A. 

Keble. 

Denny. 

Isaac  Watts. 

F.  W.  Faber. 
Walter  Shirley. 
Hymns  A.  &  M. 
Amer.  Hymn.al, 
Sir  W.  Scott. 
Amer.  Hjmmal. 
Bishop  Lincoln. 
Bonar. 

J.  Stone. 

Bishop  Wordsworth, 
J.  M.  Neale. 
R.  Corbet  Singleton. 
Amer.  Hymnal- 
Logan. 

Kelly. 

Heber. 

Joseph  Addison, 

J.  Morrison. 

Godfrey  Thring. 

Coll-  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Rev.  W.  D.  Maclagan. 

Collected  by  Rev.  Dr.  Bancroft- 

Heber. 

Geo.  Mogridge. 

Anon. 

Y .  Chetham. 

Isaac  Williams. 

F.  Pott. 

Ed.  Caswall. 

John  Keble. 

William  Cooke. 

Baker. 

John  Keble. 

Cowper. 

Mrs.  Alexandero 

Anon. 

Watts. 

577 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


Hymn.  No.           Author. 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 36S  Coll.  by  J.  C.  Ryle. 

There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part 533  Andrew  Reed. 

Thine  for  ever:  God  of  love 219  Mary  Fowler  Maude. 

This  is  the  day  of  light 141  W.  K.  Hook. 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 140  Croft. 

This  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay 245  James  Montgomery. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee . . .  229  Hebcr. 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 107  Toke. 

Thou  art  my  hiding  place,  O  Lord 334  Raffles. 

Thou  art  the  Christ,  O  Lord £72  Coll.  by  S.  P.  C.  K. 

Thou  art  the  way,  to  Thee  alone 548  Bishop  Doane. 

Thou  Refuge  of  the  weary  sou! 465  Anon. 

Thou  that  art  strong  to  comfort,  look  on  me 479  Mary  Howitt. 

Thou  that  sendest  sun  and  rain 297  Godfrey  Thring. 

Thou,  whose  Almighty  word 131  James  Marriot. 

Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three 129  Gilbert  Rovinson. 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 3S3  Nahum  Tate. 

Through  the  day  Thy  love  hath  spared  us 308  Thomas  Kelly. 

Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour 362 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 482  H-Bon.r. 

"  Till  He  come,"  O  let  the  words 202  E.  Bickerstetli. 

" 'Tis  finished  "  !  so  the  Saviour  cried S4  Stennett- 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 76  Coll.  Rev.  C.  Bancroft. 

To  bless  Thy  chosen  race 259  67th  Psalm. 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  yield  my  spirit 433  German. 

To  the  name  of  our  salvation 549  J.  M.  Neale. 

To  Thy  temple  I  repair 454  James  Montgomery. 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  Thine 30  Doddridge. 

Triumphant  Sion  !   lift  thy  head 1S4  Doddridge 

Uplift  the  banner  !  let  it  float 262  Bishop  Doane. 

Watchman  !   tell  us  of  the  niglit 45  Bowring. 

Wearj'  of  earth,  and  laden  with  my  sin 6y  Rev.  J.  Stone. 

We  give  immortal  praise 130  Isaac  Watts. 

We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own 280  W.  W-  How. 

We  praise  Thy  name,  O  Lord  Most  High 173  Anon. 

We  saw  Thee  not  when  Thou  didst  tread 530  Coll.  S-  P.  C.  K. 

We  sing  the  glorious  conquest 164  Coll.  by  S.  P-  C.  K. 

We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died 75  Kelly. 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 487  Mills. 

Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest 139  Isaac  Watts. 

What  are  these  in  bright  array 196  Montgomery. 

What  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright 39  Paris  Breviary. 

Wliat  various  hindrances  we  meet 364  Cowper. 

When  at  Thy;  footstool,  Lord,  I  bend 65  H.  F.  Lyte. 

When  gatliering  clouds  around  I  view 355  Sir  R.  Grant. 

When  God  of  old,  came  down  from  heaven 123  John  Keble. 

When  His  salvation  bringing 490  King. 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 85  Watts. 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 464  Toplady. 

When  our  heads  are  bow'd  with  woe 55  H.  H.  Milman. 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 501  Joseph  Addison. 

When  the  wild  waves  round  us  roll 473  William  W.  How. 

Wlien  this  passing  world  is  done 35  Robt.  M.  McCheyne. 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is  streaming.   .  241  Bishop  Heber. 

When  thy  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure 283  Anon. 

When,  wfuinded  sore,  the  stricken  soul 339  Cecil  F.Alexander. 

Whence  those  sounds  symphonious 17  Anon. 

VVMiere  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands 520  Michael  Bruce. 

While  slu-pherds  watclied  their  flocks  by  night 21  Tate  &  Brady. 

Who  are  these  like  stars  appearing 195  Schenk  (Cox). 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. 232  Watts. 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 63  Coll.  S.  P.  C.  K. 

With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 388  looth  Psalm,  N.  V. 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 221  Amer.  Hymnal. 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy 379  Darwell. 

Ye  choirs  of  new  Jerusalem 97  Fulbert  of  Chartres. 

Ye  nations  exult 46  Anon. 

Ye  servants  of  Gi>d 390  C.  Wesley. 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 147  Doddridge. 

678 


INDEX  TO  TUNES. 


NAME  OF   TUNE. 


Alstone 

Angelas 

Babylon's  Streams.. 
Babylon's  Streams. 

Breslau 

Canon 

Church  Triumphant 
Commandments.  . . . 

Dismission 

Duke  St 

Eisenach 

Eisenach 

Hursley 

Impromptu 

Jam  Lucis 

Leigh 

Leipsic  or  Eisenach . 

Melcombe 

Napoli 

Old  Hundred 

Pentecost 

Rockingham 

Redhead  No.  4 

St.  Alban....- 

St.  Cecilia 

St.  Cross., 

St.  Gregory 

St.  Oswald 

St.  Sepulchre 

St.  Vincent 

Sun  of  my  Soul 

Trinity 

Truro 

UpUft  the  Banner.., 

Upminster 

Veni  Creator 

Vespers 

Vespers. 

Vexilla  Regis 

Walton 

Wareham 

Winchester,  New... 
Woolmer's 

Jehovah 

Sunset 

Albans 

Abi'idge 

Armagh 

Attalia . 

BauTOr 

Bedford 

Belmont 

Booterstown 

Burford 

Cabra 

Chesnut  Ridge 

Chesterfield 

Childhood 

Covert 


COMPOSER    OR   SOURCE. 


L.M. 

C.  E.  Willing 

Johaun  Scheffler 

Dr.  Thos.  Campiers 

Old  Melody 

Mendlessohn 

T.  Talks 

J.  W.  Elliott 

German.. 

St.  Alban 

Scotch 

Bach 

J.  H.  Schein 

German 

P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  D 

Ancient  Plain  Song 

A.  R.  Reinagle 

German 

S.  Webbe 

J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

Old  Tune 

Wm.  Boyd 

W.Miller,  Mus.  D 

R.  Redhead 

St.  Alban  Hy.  B'k 

Rev.  Jno.  Hampton 

Rev  J.  B.  Dykes,   Mus.  D 

German 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,   Mus.  D 

G.  Cooper 

J.  Uglow 

H.  Percy  Smith 

Pierracini , 

Dr.  Burney 

J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

Bishop  of  Ely 

Anon 

J.  W.  Elliott 

W.  H.  Hart 

Ancient  Plain  Song 

Beethoven 

W .  Knapp 

Crasselius 

Rev.  Sir  F.  A.  G.  Ouseley,  Bart, 

D.L.M. 

Old  Tune. 

Meyer  Lutz 

CM. 

V.  Novello 

Isaac  Smith 

T.  Turle 

Tallis 

Old  Welsh 

W.  Wheale 

S.  Webbe 

H.  Bussell. 

Purcell 

P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  D 

W.  H.  W 

Rtv.  Dr.  Flaweis 

Rev.  C.J.  Dickinson 

Dr.  Hayne 


3'9 

63 

500 

75.  146 
299,  306 
102,  399 
520 

65,  294 

253 

41,  145 

173 

268,  309,  367 

24S,  301 

304 

13S,  428 

524 

52,  122,  213,  246,  255,  351 

i49j  303 

261,387,388,397,457,461 

235 

85,  202,  217,  431 

298 

364,  434 

79  (Tune  2) 

87.  337 

i53>  372 

285 

425 

82,233,  333 

422,450 

447 

257 

262 

435 

113 

57S  (Tune  I  and  2J 

142 

79  (Tune  i) 

214,222,  343,499 

162,  192,  265,  293,  359 

39,  124,  184,  245 

76.  84,  264 


362 

182 


321 

237.519 

2S1 

239 

375 

365,  529 

III,  183,  292 

340,  465 

58,  464 

7,369 

509 

354 

2,  370,  484 

144 


579 


INDEX  TO  TUiYES. 


NAME   OF   TUNE. 


Dundee  or  French. . 

Duchess 

Evan 

London,  New 

Manoah 

Martyrdom 

Mile's  Lane 

Nativity 

Peace.. .    

Putney  Hill 

Redhead  No.  28. . . . 
Redhead  No.  zg.-.. 

St.  Agnes 

St.  Anne 

St.  Bimard 

St.  David 

St.  Enurchus 

St.  Flavian. 

St.  Frangois  Xavier, 

St.  Fulbert 

St.  George 

St.  Hugh 

St.  James 

St.  Leonard 

St.  Mary 

St.  Olave 

St.  Peter 

St.  Stephen 

Salisbury 

Southwell 

Wiltshire 

Winchester,  New.. 
Winchester,  Old. . . 
Windsor 

All  Saints 

Bethlehem 

Canaan 

Chemnitz 

Montreal 

St.  Matthew 

St.  Leonard 

Stuyvesant 

Vox  Jesu 

Allington 

Anderson 

Aston 

Cli£t(m 

Dedication 

Durham 

Easter 

Eternity 

Franconia 

Holyrood 

Jorclan 

L.tngton 

Lyte 

Mount  Ephraim. . . 

Scliumann 

Steggall 

St.  Bride 

St.  George 

St.  Helena 

St.  John 


COMPOSER    OR    SOURCE. 


CM.    (Cotiihttied.) 

Scotch  Psalter 

W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  Bac... 

Anon 

Scotch  Psalter 

Rossini 

Hugh  Wilson 

L.  W.  Shrubsole 

H.  Lahee 

W.  Sieboth 

Rev.  F.  A.  J.  Hervcy 

R.  Redhead 

R.  Redhead 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D.. 

Anon 

W.  Richardson 

Ravenscroft. .   

Bishop  of  Ely 

R.  Redhead 

John  Staincr,  M.A.,  Mus.  D 

H.  J.  Gauntlett,   Mus.  D 

Hermann 

E.  J.  Hopkins , 

Raphael  Courteville 

H.  Smart 

Old  Melody 

Bamby 

A.  R.  Reinagle 

Rev-  W.  Jones 

Ravenscroft 

H.  S.  Irons 

Sir  Geo.  Smart 

Crasselius- 

Este's  Psalter 

G.  Kirby 

D.C.M. 

Dr.  H.  S.  Cutler 

Anon 

P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  D... 

German 

Rev.  M.  S.Baldwin 

W.  Croft 

Dr.  H.  Hiles 

W.J.  Gilbert,  Mus.  Bac... 
Spohr  Barnby 

S.M. 

John  Hopkins 

Miss  Anderson 

John  Heywood 

Brabham 

Anon 

(Jennan 

A.  King 

H.  J.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  D... 

German 

Rizzio 

Anon 

ad.  C.  Streatficld 

John  Wilkes 

Millgrovc 

K.  Schumann 

Dr.  C.  Stcggall 

Dr.  Howard 

H.  J.  Gauntlett,   Mus.  D..  . 

Anon 

A.  King 


200 
4.S 
404 
37'. 
170 
336, 
263 

392 

232, 

62 

295 

328 

203, 

5'7 

208, 

3 

413 

>33i 

S9 

97 

'9! 

■55 
211, 

427 
207, 
40, 
115 

47. 
407 

513 
383 
124 
21, 
432 


470 
34^',  439 


363.417 
(Tune  I  and  2) 
.230,339.345.492 


159,  342,  545 

igg,  252,  326 

.  290.  327.  3<JS,  3S6,  548 

,501 

140,  2og,  221,  366,  476 

,  249.  332,  449 

i6i,  220,  456 


123.441 
.533 


179 

95 

334 

S3 

469 

33 

■97 


534 

36 

279 

167 

32,396,444 

30 

■47 

IC,S 

gS,  526 

467 

■54 

■39.  '5^  39' 

527 

■.9. ■ss 

74.322 

259 

57 

1 14, 141,  204,  237 

163,  498 

10,  216 


INDEX  TO  TUNES. 


NAME    OF    TUNE. 


St.  Michael 

St.  Paul... 

Unity 

We  give  Thee  but  thine  own 

Chalvey 

Diademata 

Fairfield 

Hebron 

Nearer  Home 

Convent 

St.  Philip 

Be  not  afraid 

Butterby 

Culbach 

Day  of  Praise 

German  Hymn 

Hart's 

Hernlein 

Innocents 

Last  Hope 

Lubeck 

Missionary  Hymn 

Mizpah 

Monkland 

Naylor's 

Newington 

Palms  of  Glory 

Pruen 

Redhead  No.  45 

Redliead  No.  47 

Ross 

St.  Bees  

.St.  Thomas 

University  Coll 

Verona 

Weber 

Wigan 

A"cension 

Easter  Hymn 

Kaster  Hymn 

Bread  of  Heaven 

Cassel 

Dix 

Gethsemane 

Love 

Peter's  Hill 

Redhead  No.  76 ; . . . 

Requiem 

Sherborne 

Verona 


COMPOSER    OR   SOURCE. 


O .  M .    ( Co}iti7iued. ) 

Days  Psaltgr 

P .  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  D 

F.  R.  Statham 

E.  H-  Thome 

J .  Barnby 

D.S.M. 

Rev.  C.  G.  Hayne 

Sir  Geo.  J.  Elvey,  Mus.  D 

Rev.  P.  La  Trobe 

Irish 

J.  Woodbury 

Sevens,  (3  lines.) 

Anon 

W.  H.  Monk 

Sevens,  (4  lines.) 

S.  S.  Wesley,  Mus.  D '..... 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

German 

Dr.  C.  Steggall 

Pleyel 

Hart ; 

German 

Anon 

Gottschalk , 

German 

Dr.  L.  Mason 

Beethoven 

arr.  by  J.  Wilkes 

Dr.  J.  L.  Naylor 

Rev.  W.  D.  Maclagan 

Rev-  W.  D.  Maclagan 

Rev.  Sir  F.  A.  G.  Ouseley,  Bart. 

Ancient  Melody 

R.  Redhead 

S.  S.  Wesley,  Mus.  D 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,   Mus.  D 

E.  H.  Thorne 

H.  J.  Gauntlett,  Mus-  D 

J.  H.  Deane- 

adp.  from  Weber 

Graham 

J.  Adcock 

Sevens,  (with  Allelulias.) 

W.  H.  Monk 

W.  H.  Monk 

Worgan  or  H  ■  Carey 

Sevens,   (6  lines.) 

Rev.  W.  D.   Maclagan 

German 

German 

Rev.  T.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

E.  J.  Hopkins 

R.  A.  Firth 

R.  Redhead 

W.  Schultes 

W.  H.  Monk 

J.  H.  Deane 

H.  Leslie 


38,  194,  215,  315,  400 

224 

448. 

280 

474 


116 

107,  274,  424 
504 


205 
56 


473 

27I;  532 

103 

546 

238,  380,  491 

289,  415 

61 

120,  302,  330,  344, 

454 

176 

256 

521 

291 

4." 

219 

193 

73,  135 

25 1;  436,  446,  547 

55 

416 

250 

231 

31 

188 

37,  121,305 

373 

297 


105 

93  (Tune  i) 

93  (Tune  2) 


67,  210 

Qi 

48,  201,  300 

33  I  (Tune  2) 

409 

72 

35,  331  (Tune  i) 

80,234,423,543 

166 

228,  324 

51 


581 


INDEX  TO  TUNES. 


NAME   OF   TUNE. 


Avison 

Cobourg 

Conquest 

Hollingside 

Maidstone 

Mendelssohn 

Sorrento 

St.  Agnes 

St.  George's  Windsor. 
Titchfield 


Benediction 

Bremen 

Carey's 

Credo 

Jesu  my  Lord.. . 

Melita 

Milan 

St.  Hermas 

St.  Matthias 

Veni  Cito 

Veni  Emmanuel. 


All  Saints. . 
Stoneleigh. 


Bridehead 

Carmine 

M.igdalen  Coll. 


Alleluia  Dulce  Carmen. 

Barmberg 

Dismissal , 

Helmsley 

Oriel 

Realms  of  Glory 

Regent  Square 

St.  Thomas 

Unser  Herscher 


Austria 

Charitas 

Deerhurst. . . 

Falficld 

Frybourg 

Gloria 

Holy  Voices. 

Rachel 

Rex  Gloria. . 

Smart 

Weston 


Atonement... 

Batty 

Gotha 

Mercy  Seat . . . 

582 


COMPOSER   OR   SOURCE. 


Sevens,  (8  lines.) 

Old  Melody 

H.  R.  H.  Prince  Consort 

P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  D 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D... 

W.  n.  Gilbert,  Mus.  Bac 

Mendelssohn 

J.  H.  Deane 

Rev.  A.  Whishaw 

Sir  Geo.  J.  Elvey,  Mus.  D.  .  . 

Old  Melody 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D... 


8.8.8.8.8.8. 

Rev.  C.  J.  Dickinson 

aiT.  from  Bach 

H.  Carey 

John  Staiuer,  M.A.,  Mus.  D. 

Earnby 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D.. . 

J.  H.  Schcin 

Haydn 

W.  H.  Monk 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D..  . 
Ancient  Melody 


8.7.8.7.7.7. 

German 

C.  S.  Jekyl 


8.8.6.8.8.6. 

A.  H.  D.  Troyte 

W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  Bac. 
W.  Hayes,   Mus.  D 


8.7.8.7. 

Haydn 

German 

Anon 

M.  Madan 

arr.  W.  H.  Monk.  , 
Dr.  J.  L.  Naylor.. 

Henry  Smart 

V.  Novello 

German 


R.  S.  Davies 

8.7.8.7.  (Double.) 

Haydn 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D.. 

J.  Langran •  ■ 

A.  Sullivan 

German 

H.  .Smart 

J.  I.angran 

Rev.  C.  C.  Scholefield 

H.  Sm.art 


J.  E.  Rowe 

8.7.8.7. 

Rev.  G.  W.  Torrance 

German 

H.  R.  H.  Prince  Con-.ort. 
Anon <  ... 


25 

405 

357 

9,455 

23 

196 

53 

24,  44,  288 

45 

273 


355 

136,478 

I  So,  438 

530 

412 

243 

2S7 

360 

31S 

420 

13 


195 

30S 


150 
523 

99 


2771  393,  403,  52 

165 

462 

I  (Tune  1) 

50,  549 

27 

5'i 

I  (Tune  2)  12S 

90 

7S 


187,  40t 

157 

506  (Tune  2) 

414 

218 

1 89,  402,  506  (Tune  1) 

16 

7" 
112 
178 
>74 


258 

86 
158 
404,  460 


INDEX  TO  TUNES. 


NAME   OF    TUNE. 


Merton 

Merton 

Milmaii 

Sardis 

Sharon 

St.  Jude 

Stiitgaid 

Vermont 

Realms  of  Glory. 

St.  Louis , 

St.  Peter 

St.  Raphael 

Dies  Irae 

Dies  Irae 

St.  Aelred 

Almsgiving .. 

Hopkins 

Rest 

St-  Gabriel 

Troyte  No.  i.... 

Balfour 

Derry 

Oberlin 

Trust 

Aurelia 

Abschied 

Bentley 

Come  unto  me. . . 

EUacombe 

Ewing 

Jerusalem 

Lancashire   

Magdelena 

Passion  Chorale . 

St.  Anselm 

St.  Catherine  . . . 
St.  Tlieodulph  . . . 
Schubert 

Eden 

Kocker 

St.  Alphege 

Vulpius 

Capetown ....... 

Charity 

Mercy 


COMPOSER   OR   SOURCE. 


8.7.8.7.    (Contlmted.) 

Sac.  Mus.  Coll 

W.  H.  Monk 

J.  Y.  Cooper  . 

Beethoven 

Dr.  Boyce 

German 

Anon 

Weber 

8.7.8.7.4.7. 

Dr.  J.  L.  Naylor 

W.  B-  Gilbert,  Mus.  B. ....... . 

Anon 

E.  J.  Hopkins. 

8.8.8. 

W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  B 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

8.8.8.3. 
Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D. . . . . 

8.8.8.4. 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

Hymnary  Barnby 

Sir  Geo.  J.  Elvey,  Mus.  D 

Rev.  Sir  F.  A.  G.  Ouseley,  Bart 
A.  H.  D.  Troyte 

8.8.8.6. 

Balfour 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

Sir  Geo.  J.  Elvey,  Mus.  D 

Rev.  G.  W.  Torrance 

8.6.7.6.  (Double.) 

S^  S.  Wesley,  Mus.  D 

Mendelssohn 

JohnHullah 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

German 

Alex  Ewing 

Dr.  John  Stainer 

H.  Smart 

Dr.  John  Stainer 

Bach 

Joseph  Barnby 

Rev.  R.  F.  Dale,  Mus.  Bac 

Melchoir  Teschner 

arr.  from  Schubert 

7.6.7.6. 

A.  Adam 

German 

H.J.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  D 

Vulpius 

7-7-7-5" 

German 

Dr.  John  Stainer 

Dr.  C.  SteggalL... 


493 
15 
453 
26 

212 

296,317,  34S 

495 


522 
260 

459  ' 
276,  458 


535  (Tune  i) 
535  (Tune  2) 


64 


282 
96 

471 
206,  311 

5,  429 


60 
352 
143 
269,  270 


12,  186,  3Sg 

40S 

137)  14S 

349 

223 

42,  512 

164 

8,168,338,  515 

177,  537 

88,  52S 

50B 

518 

70 

59 


226,  266,  481 

544 

503 

225 


no,  129 

iiS 

66 


583 


INDEX  TO  TUNES. 


NAME   OF   TUNE. 


Euroclydon 

St.  Coluiiiba 

Horbury 

Avoca 

Edina 

Gethsemaiie 

In  the  hour  of  Trial.- 

Prince  thorpe 

Sounds  Symplionious. 

St.  Gertrude 

Vexillum. 

Clewer 

Euddxia 

St.  Constantine 

Blessed  Home 

Eden 

Ravenshaw 

St.  Cecilia 

Christ  Church 

Darwell's  148th 

Harewood 

Waterstock 

Collipriest 

Jubilee 

Safe  Home 

God  Save  the  Queen . 

M  oscow 

Olivet ; 

St.  Austin 

Fiat  Lux 

Comfort 

Dalkeith 

Eventide 

<J  Quanta  Qualia 

Pax  Dei 

Salem 

Evening 

VVordswortli 

Yorkshire.   

584 


COMPOSER    OR    SOURCE. 

6.4.6.4.  (Double.) 

Rev.  G.  W.  Torrance 

6.4.6.6. 
H.  S.  Irons 

6.4.6.4.6.6.4. 
Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

6.5.6.5.  (Double.) 

T.  Moore 

Prof.  H.  .S.  Oakeley,  Mus.  D... 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

J.  VV.  F.  Harrison 

William  Pitts 

Dr.  Smith 

A.  Sullivan 

H.  Smart 

6.5.6.5. 

German    

Rev.  S.  Baring  Gould 

W.  H.  Monk 

6.6.6.6.  (Double.) 

Dr.  John  Stainer 

6.6.6.6. 

Fielden 

German.,...' 

Rev.  L.  G.  Haynes,  Mus.  D  . . . 

6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4. 

Dr.  C.  Steggall 

Darwell 

S.  S.  Wesley,  Mus.  D 

J .  Goss 

6.6.6.6.8.8.  • 

W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  Bac 

F.  C.  Chattock 

A.  Sullivan 

6.6.4.6.6.6.4. 

Giardini 

Dr.  L.  Mason ; 

Rev-  Sir  K.  A.  G.  Ouseley,  Bart 
Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

lO.IO.IO.IO. 

E.  J.  Hopkins 

T.  Hewlett 

W.  H.  Monk 

Ancient  Plain   Song 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  \) 

Dr.  John  Stainer 

lO.IO.IO.IO. 10. 10. 

( icrmiin 

Anon 

k.  Wainwriglit,  Mus.  D 


538 


356 

426 

463  (Tune  2) 

463  (Tune  1) 

81 

>7 
191 
541 


516 


482 
325 
28 


130,  172,  2S6,  350,  505 
>7>.  347 

247 
379 


134 
398 
27S 


45'.  452 
100,  131 
353 
394 
540 


307  (Tune  2) 
69,  479,  483 
307  (Tune  0 

S'o 
3>6 
49 


Name  of  Tune. 


Composer  or  Source. 


HvMN. 


5.5.5-5.6.5.6.5  

5.5.5.5.6.5.6.5  

5.5.5.5.6.5.6.5  

6.6.6.6.6.6.  (double) 

6.6.6.4.S.8.4 

6.6.8.6.6.6. 8. 8.6.... 
6.6.8.6.S.S  

6-6-5-5-5-5 

6.6.1. 0.5. 6. 7.7.1.0.  . . 

6.7.6.7.6.6.6.6 

6. 7. 6. 7. 6. 6. 6-6 

.  6.i'0.4.i-o.i.o.6 

7-7-7-3 

7.7.4.4.7  (double). . . 

7-7-7-4 

7.6.7. 6.7. 8.7-6 

7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6 

7. 6. 7. 6. 7. 5. 7. 6  

7.6. 7. 6. 7. 6. 7. 6.8  . . . . 

7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6 

7-8. 7.8.7.7  

7-S-7-8 

8.8.8.8. 8.8. (double). 

8.8.8-8.5 

8.8.8.8.7 

8.7.  (double) 

S.S.6.3.8.6.4.4.6.... 
8.7.8.7.  and  8.S-S.8.. 
8.7-8.7.6.6.6.6.7.  ... 

8.7.S.7.8.8.8.7 

8.7.8.7.8.7 

8.7.S-7.7.8 

8.8.8.7-7.7 

8-7-S.4 

8.6.8.6.8.8.S.S 

8.6.8.8*6 

8.6.8.8.8-6 

'8.6.8-6.8.6 

8.6.8.6.8.8  

8.6.8.6.6.6.6.6 

8.6.8.6.4 

8.6.8.4 

86.8.4 

8-5-8.3 

8.4.S.4-8.8.8.4 

8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4 

9.6.9.6.  (double) 

9-8.9.8.8.8  

10-10.10. 4 

10. 10.7 

10.6. 10.6. 10. 10  .... 

10.4.10.4-10.10 

II. II. II. II 

II. II. II. 12 

iiii-ii-S 

II. 10. II. TO 

II. 10. II. 10  ........ 

II. 10. II. 10. 9. II 

ii-io-ii.io.g.ii. . . . 

II. 12. 12.10 

12. 12. 12. 12 

12.8.8.8.4 


IRREGULAR. 


Breast  the  Wave. . . 

Hanover 

Laudate  Dorainum. 

Crucifixus 

Ecce  Agnus 

Redemption 

Rest 

Phosphor-Hesper . . 

Adeste  Fideles 

Brunswick 

Nun  Dunket 

Spes 

Vigilate 

Proto- Martyr 

Wurtemburg 

Atonement 

Chesterfield 

Supplication 

Joseph 

Eagles'  Wings 

Consolation 

St.  Albinus 

Old  113th 

Haste 

Hosanna .•  . 

Charitas 

Anon 

St.  Sylvester 

Ein  Feste  Burg 

Luther's  Hyinn.  ... 

Gilbert's 

Messis 

St.  Patrick's 

Essarre 

Sacra  Trinitas 

Sunrise : 

Montreal 

Bethsaida 

Mount  Royal 

Paradise 

Prodigal 

St.  Cuthbert 

Wref  ord 

Art  thou  Weary   . . . 

.Southgate 

Temple 

Victoria 

Erbrucht 

Troyte's  Chant.  . .. 
Endless  Allelma. . . . 

Hadderwater 

Lux  Benigna 

St.  Matthias 

Bethany 

Cloisters  

Adoration 

Epiphany  Hymn . . . 

Pilgrims 

Vox  Angelica 

Nicsa 

Gennesaret 

Christendom 

Rest 

Sanctus 

I  Scotia 

Sorel 

Stormont 

iTroyte's  No.  2 

I  Work 


J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

Dr.  Croft 

H.  J.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  D 

Anon   . .    

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D 

Dr.  C.  Steggall 

S.  F.  Riley 

J.  W.  F,  Harrison 

John  Reading 

German 

German 

J.  Howden 

W.  H.  Monk 

H.  J.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  D 

German 

Bohemian  Bi  others'  Hymn  Book. 

Moravian  Melody 

P.  R.  Maclagan,'Mus.  D 

Mehul 

J-  Howden 

W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  D 

H.  J.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  D 


G-  F.  Hardwicke 

J.  W.  Elliott 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D.. 

Anon 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus-  D.. 

German 

German 

W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  D.    ... 

J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

Sir  R.  P.  Stewart,  Mus.  D.. 

S.  F.  Riley 

J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

H.  J.  Gauntlett,  Mus.  D  ... 

J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

J.  Turle 

P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  D.. . 
Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D. 

J .  W.  F .  Harrison 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D. . 

E.  S-  Carter 

Rev.  E.  W.  Bullinger 

Southgate 

E.  J.  Hopkins.' 

P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus-  D... 

Mendelssohn 

A    H.  D.  Troyte 

Joseph  Barn  by 

W.  B.  Gilbert,  Mus.  D 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D. 

J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D- 

Joseph  Barnby 

P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  D.  .. 

Rev.  J.  F.  Thrupp 

H.  Smart 

Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D. 
Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes,  Mus.  D. 

G.  F.  Hardwicke 

J.  W.  Elliott 

P.  R.  Maclagan,  Mus.  D... 

J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

J.  W.  F.  Harrison 

H.  C.  Brewer 

John  Howden 

A.  H.  D.  Troyte 

J.  W.  F-  Harrison 


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46,  390,  395, 
385 
27s 

77 

4 

421 

358 

22 
284 
377 
466 
440 
160 


127 

54 
490 
437 
236 

94 
34' 
267 
539 
410 

175 

29 
log,  376 

14,  502 
254 
2S3 
106 
244 
132 
169 
240 
430 
374 
514 
272 
117 
475 
46S 
320 
362 
36. 
433 

181,  480 
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406 
531 
445 

92 
igo,  314 

43  (Tune  i) 

43  (Tune  2) 
507  (Tune  2) 
507  (Tune  i) 
125 
241 
104 

335 
126 
229 
442 
6 
389 
152 

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